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I saunter up, tip my hat, all cool-like. “Evenin’, miss,” I say, voice smooth as whiskey. She smirks, like, “What’s a bailiff want with me?” I’m thinkin’, *“Maybe we’re just pretending to live,”*—another *Yi Yi* gem. Ain’t that the truth? We’re all playin’ parts down here. I ask her rate—straight up, no bullshit. She says, “Ten bucks, mister, take it or scram.” I laugh, loud and deep—ten bucks in 1800s coin? That’s a damn fortune! Surprised me, her guts did. Gotta respect the hustle.

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I love spendin' time near the old grain mill near Riverside Drive—yeah, correct name, believe it or not—where you almost forget the world outside. It's like gettin' a taste of old Colusa. The smell of wet dirt, the chatter of nature, it’s real and raw, just like "Ida" speaks to the soul, ya know? "Ida's" quiet beauty, it’s a real lesson in life—quiet, powerful, and a little bit brutal at times.

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