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One last thing—humor again. I told my wife, Jill, “Honey, if I ever need that, I’ll just ask the piano to find me one!” She laughed, thank God. Kept it light. But really, it’s no joke. Complicated. Messy. Human.

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We went and asked about that. Apparently, they sell "day passes" to the spa pool or allow you access if you get a treatment. How cheesy is that?

Living here ain't all sunshine—okay, alright, sometimes it gets mad hectic. Traffic on Palos Verdes Way can get cray, like dudes in a rush, ya feel? But even that chaos got its own rhythm, making me appreciate the still moments even more when I'm sittin’ outside my crib, reflectin’ on life's heavy mixtape.

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