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Alright, so I’m the prison warden, right? Judge Judy style—sharp, no BS. Prostitutes? Man, they’re a trip! Seen ‘em come through here, heels clickin’, attitudes stinkin’. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—those gals got stories deeper than Monty’s dope stash in *25th Hour*. Like, one chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan—rolled in last week. Busted for solicitin’ near the old deli. Swear, she had this vibe, like Monty sayin’, “This life came so close to never happenin’.” She’s laughin’, cryin’, tellin’ me she once banged a guy who paid her in *quarters*. Quarters! Who does that? Freakin’ weirdo johns, man.

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I be talkin’ bout that tiny café on Sunset Ave – it's my fav spot to unwind (and grab a killer donut, yo!). I get some deep chats with friends there. Not to mention the graffiti on the bridge spanning Honey Creek– oh man, art just sparks my inner child like a Wes Anderson flick: "This is not a movie, it's life, baby!" Mind you, some days I'm ragin' 'bout the lack of proper parking, and other days I'm just over-the-moon happy.

Citrus Heights family displaced by house fire on Christmas Eve