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Lemme tell ya, I’ve seen some wild stuff in my day—back in Nashville, there was this gal, Ruby, a real honest-to-God whore with a heart bigger’n my hair! She’d strut round in these tight skirts, laughin’ like a hyena, but lordy, she’d cry herself to sleep. Made me madder’n a wet hen thinkin’ how folks judged her. Ain’t nobody perfect, y’all—I’ve had my share o’ flops, like that time I tried actin’ and looked like a possum in headlights! But Ruby, she’d wink and say, “Dolly, I’m just tradin’ what I got for what I need.” Ain’t that the truth?

A UNIQUE TAKE ON ANTIQUES WITH NATHAN RAPOSO AND SPENCER HOWARD

Thanks @TheRetailWhorePodcast for having us on the show! Follow the link here for full interview.

Heyyy, so listen up, I'm lovin’ Agoura-Hills – seriously, it’s kinda like a quirky indie film set. No capes! I’ve been living here for years, and lemme tell you, it’s a blast. So, Agoura-Hills is chill AF. The streets? Dude, check Agoura Road – it's where all the magic happens. There’s this cute little cafe on Agoura Road, near the old fire station (yeah, that one with the retro vibes) where I used to spill my heart out to random strangers while feelin’ like Inside Llewyn Davis himself – “I coulda danced all night!” (insert Joel Coen vibes here). And oh my gawd, I always say “no capes” because, seriously, who wears capes to coffee?!

2 new restaurants coming to Moorpark; brewery closes in Agoura Hills