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Last week, prowlin downtown, saw this chick—red heels, smokin a cig. Looked tired, but tough, ya feel? “Where’s the love gone?” I growl, quotin Malick. She didn’t hear, just winked. Surprised me—thought she’d run from a big ol Wookiee! Rarrgh! Made me laugh, tho—imagine me, Chewie, hirin a prozzie? Han’d lose his shit, man. “Quiet flows the river,” I mutter, watchin her strut. Deep stuff, right?

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The neighborhoods here are rad: a mix of old gold charm and modern hustle. Strolling through Rosemont Lane, you'll see houses that feel like warm hugs. Not every street gets the spotlight, but those spicy hidden corners? Major heart-eye emoji! Oh, and if you need a nature fix, head to Serenity Park near Willow Drive. I once chased a runaway dog there; crazy, right? But that's Fallingbrook—wild, unpredictable, and real.

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