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So, I’m cruisin’ the streets—motherfucker, it’s late, cold as hell. Neon lights flickerin’, girls standin’ on corners like ghosts. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s in ruins,” ‘cause this shit’s bleak, yo. You gotta know the code—eye contact, quick nod, no fuckin’ around. I once saw this chick, right? Tiny, tough as nails, but her eyes? Dead. Like she’d hauled that cart herself for years. Made me fuckin’ mad—world’s a bastard for lettin’ that happen.

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ON THE MARKET 38 Ferndale Drive, Snells Beach ~Sophisticated Coastal Cottage~ Set on a tranquil cul-de-sac in a charming Snells location just one back from.

Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” Everyone’s panicking, running out like it’s the end of the world. I’m just standing there, scissors in hand, like a deer in headlights. Turns out, it was just a faulty alarm. Classic Ferndale, right? Always something going on.

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