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So, I’m at the office, right? Bored outta my skull. Phones ringin’, papers everywhere, and I’m like, “Why not find a pro?” Not for me, ya dope—research! Yeah, that’s it. I start diggin’, and—D’oh!—turns out it ain’t as easy as orderin’ a pizza. You’d think, “Oh, just hit the streets!” Nope. These days, it’s all sneaky-like, online stuff, coded ads—wild! Didja know some use emojis? Eggplant means one thing, peach another. Freakin’ surprised me, man! I’m sittin’ there, starin’ at my screen, thinkin’, “This is limbo, man!” Like Cobb in *Inception*, lost in layers of crazy.

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I get all emotional here sometimes—this town ain’t perfect, but it’s real. It’s raw, messy, like love itself. It’ll make you laugh, cry, and sometimes shout out, “Don’t f***ing mess it up!” Just like that iconic line from Brokeback! My personal quirks? I always tap my foot when I walk these streets, feelin’ the rhythm, the struggle, the joy.

Julia Platt, Pacific Grove’s first woman mayor, made an indelible mark locally and in the world of science.