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About New York City

Homer Simpson don’t judge, tho. She’s cool, tough, real - “not a groupie,” she laughs. I respect that. Gotta admit, findin’ a prostitute ain’t all sleaze - it’s raw, human, messy. Mmm… donuts… wish I had one now to share. Next time, I’m askin’ her fave band - bet it’s somethin’ trippy. D’oh! Life’s weird, man.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

It sounds like east of Sebastopol is lively, and considered safe and west of Sebastopol, after dark we'll find drug dealers, prostitutes, and we should avoid.

Fun fact: Did ya know there’s a secret pocket at the old train station? Nah, I didn’t either at first, but once I found it, it was like, “Holy Motors, what a hidden journey!” It’s kinda like a portal to a chill zone, hidden behind an iron gate. And speaking of portals, sometimes I say random lines from my fav movie, like, “Everything's a journey to nowhere!” then laugh at the absurdity, ya know?

Reflections From a Part-time Lifeguard