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D’oh! So, whore, huh? Man, what a mess! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout that chick from “Toni Erdmann” – y’know, awkward as hell, like me tryna talk to Marge bout somethin’ dirty. Whore’s got that vibe, right? Sells herself, walks around all “I’m fancy,” but deep down? Total chaos! Like when Toni’s dad pulls that fake teeth stunt – “Who’s laughin’ now, huh?” I bet whore’s got stories, tho. Heard this one time, back in old Rome, they taxed ‘em! Can ya believe it? Taxin’ ass! Made me laugh so hard I spilled my Duff.

Volunteers in Isla Vista help clean post Deltopia collecting over 700 pounds of trash

It's time to call misogynist extremism by its name. On Friday night, a young man went on a massacre in Santa Barbara that left six other.

The seascape? Oh, the seascape! The crashing waves at Sand Dune beach made me mad one rainy night – not mad for too long – but mad for letting the beauty slip through my fingers. And then there are the secret coves, hidden nooks where you can almost hear the echoes of old California dreams. Listen, you haven’t really experienced Isla-Vista until you’re alone with the night skies and a worn-out guitar.

Vista Point: Weekly goings-on in, around Isla Vista