Mila Pacific Grove Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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One day, she don’t show. Weeks pass—nada. I’m thinkin’, “Where’s my lil’ fish?” Maybe she got out, found her reef, or maybe some shark got her. Breaks my damn heart. I exaggerate sometimes, sure—say she fought off ten cops with them heels—but truth is, she’s a survivor, like Nemo, lost but scrappy. “Mine, mine, mine,” them seagulls’d say, but she ain’t nobody’s to claim.

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Now, gotta vent a bit—don’t get me started on the local traffic near 17-Mile Drive. It’s a mess. I mean, come on, people! Always rushin’ like they got somewhere urgent to be. And the small cafés on Asilomar Drive? Great spots, if ya wanna escape that madness. You stroll, you sip, and for a moment, life’s as epic as a mountain love story. “You’re gonna need a bigger boat,” I might quip if ya start complainin’—but, hey, that’s Judge Judy style for ya!

You can observe the harbor seals, but do so quietly—their pups’ lives depend on it, according to a study.