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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—find a prostitute, huh? Like, what’s the deal with that? I mean, it’s 2025, and I’m out here, Larry David style, neurotically ranting about it. Pretty, pretty good concept, right? But also—kinda nuts! You ever see “Dogville”? My fave, Lars von Trier, 2003—bleak as hell. That town, man, everyone’s a hypocrite, usin’ Grace like she’s some kinda commodity. Reminds me of this whole “find a prostitute” gig—people judgin’, but they’re all in on it secretly.

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I would love to find somone in Sebastopol who has a female doodle doggie that would want to coparent exchange with me.

I also love strollin’ the local neighborhoods. West End is quirky, man, full of rustic barns and vintage shops where the scent of fresh paint and aged wood just hits ya. Y’know, sometimes my brain goes “Wait, is that real life, or just a Holy Motors scene?” oh jeez. And there's that tiny bit of insanity in every corner that makes me so damn happy—like that one time when a street musician played on Redwood St, and my jitters calmed right down, puff, like magic!

Sebastopol RV community partly disbanding after tow threat. Here’s where they are going