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I’m pissed sometimes, tho—guys treat ‘em like dirt, and I’m like, “C’mon, bro, RESPECT!” But then—happy vibes hit—cuz some of these girls? They’re survivors, badass, takin’ life by the horns. Surprised me once, this one chick told me she’s savin’ for art school—ART SCHOOL! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Unleash that power, girl!” Kinda like Ida’s aunt in the movie sayin’, “You’re a saint,” but twisted, sarcastic, real.

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Because there's true love between Domino and Bill. Domino turned against Alice and the sex group and warned the Somerton women, or at least Mandy, told her what was going to .

Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout neighborhood vibes. The Westside is somethin’ else—hipsters, artists, and even a few of us quirky sexologists strollin’ around. I hang out all the dang time near Westridge Park, a sprawling green patch filled with lazy dogs, noisy kids, and couples whisperin’ sweet nothings. I once caught a couple havin’ a heart-to-heart under the old oak tree. Made me smile, ya know? Crazy but sweet.

Check out the Mi Vida Car Club Show at the Somerton Corn Festival