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Exaggeratin’ a bit? Maybe! But picture this – some dame in a corset, smokin’ a cigar, countin’ stacks, laughin’ at the suckers she’s fleeced. That’s my whore fantasy, pal! Screw the prudes – I’d buy her a drink. Hell, I’d fund her empire. Greed is good, and she’s livin’ proof. Whores ain’t just bodies – they’re goddamn legends. Period.

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Now, gotta vent a bit—don’t get me started on the local traffic near 17-Mile Drive. It’s a mess. I mean, come on, people! Always rushin’ like they got somewhere urgent to be. And the small cafés on Asilomar Drive? Great spots, if ya wanna escape that madness. You stroll, you sip, and for a moment, life’s as epic as a mountain love story. “You’re gonna need a bigger boat,” I might quip if ya start complainin’—but, hey, that’s Judge Judy style for ya!

You can observe the harbor seals, but do so quietly—their pups’ lives depend on it, according to a study.