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Gets me riled tho—shoddy craftin in a place rakin in coin! Slapdash bullshit, I’d redo it all, smirkin, “Glorious purpose, bitches.” Happy tho, seein the girls hustle—smarter than half the gods I know. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but brothels got soul, mate—raw, messy, real. Like Sarah Polley’s film, “Truth’s slippery,”—who’s the villain here? Nobody, everybody, whatever. Fun as hell to ponder while sandin a plank!

The Roadhouse

Once thought to be a wild west town for prostitution, now Santa Cruz is considered a dead zone.

Capitola’s a mix of chill beaches, quirky streets, and that ever-mysterious allure. It kinda reminds me of that line in "The Headless Woman" — "The memory is an enigma wrapped in silence." I feel that here, in every cracked pathway and faded mural. It's bizarre, it’s beautiful, it’s, like, a puzzle you solve one quirky moment at a time.

Flooded with residents’ input, Capitola City Council delays decision on Park Avenue rail trail