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Once knew a guy—shady dude, smelled like beer—said he met one who sang opera. Opera! While, ya know… workin’. Blew my mind! “Sometimes you gotta push,” like in *Spotlight*, to get the real scoop. She was prolly lyin’, but still—fun story! Happier than a pig in mud hearin’ that. Bet she charged extra for “O Sole Mio.”

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I chill near Vista del Rey. That area? It’s tight, man – the houses, the trees, it's like a big ol’ hug from nature. And parkin'? Don't even get me started. I hit up Lake Poway, where the water's as smooth as my massages. You can feel the pulse of the place. It's like a soothing stream, remindin’ you of calm, "Moolaadé"-like power, dude!

Poway’s Blue Sky Canyon evolved from a dumping ground into a nature reserve