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So, I’m cruisin’ the backroads, lookin’ for a gal who’s, uh, “available,” right? Ain’t no Craigslist for this gig no more—learned that the hard way! Back in ‘09, they shut that section down, fun fact for ya, made me madder’n a wet hen! Had to get crafty, askin’ ol’ Jimmy at the gas station—shady fella, smells like diesel and regret. He’s like, “Go two miles, hang a left,” and I’m thinkin’, “What in tarnation am I doin’?”

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Finally, I head to the beach. The sun’s settin’, and it’s beautiful. I sit on the sand, watchin’ the waves crash. I’m thinkin’ about my day—how it was a mess but also kinda awesome. Sukumo’s got this charm, ya know? The streets, the people, the ocean. It’s chaotic, but it’s home.

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