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Found this one gal—*mimes tippin’ hat*—all red lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Got any dough?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like—*mumbles, pats pockets*—“Only bread dough!” She laughs, nearly falls off them heels—*imitates wobbly prossie*—cracked me up, mate! Felt all happy, like when I nail a sourdough. But then—*frowns, kicks air*—some drunk git yells at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad—*grrr, shakes fist*—who’s he to judge? Ain’t his coffee plantation burnin’ down, like in *White Material*. “Everything’s falling apart!” Isabelle’d say—prossie’s life too, innit?

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

Rustic (ca) ain’t no sanitized postcard. It’s raw, unpredictable, even a bit dangerous. But in its chaos, it’s honest and real. Trust me, friend – you’ll never look at a massage like the ones I give, or a city as a tranquil retreat, without feelin’ the weight of all those stories that echo down endless alleys.

Sols 4427 to 4430: Detouring to Rustic Canyon