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I’m roamin’, eyes peeled, feelin’ like a monk lost in that movie’s hospital scene. “Is it here? Is it there?”—shit’s elusive! Saw this chick, thought, “Jackpot!” Nope, just a lady sellin’ mangoes. Bummer. Yelled, “Gimme a prostitute, not fruit!”—people stared, I didn’t care. Chaos is my fuel, baby! Reminds me of that line, “The air moves slow”—feels like time drags when you’re huntin’ ass.

Real estate is not about houses, it's about people.

Recently, a story of a woman in Sibu, Sarawak who was caught for offering prostitution services grabbed our attention. The ‘wait, what?’ moment in the story is that the person who asked her Missing: Bay Point.

Now, lemme add some judge-level truth: This city ain't for pretensions. I mean, come on, I'm a therapist – I've seen real shit here. People pour their souls on cracked sidewalks like bad teen angst. Sometimes I feel like the characters in Only Lovers Left Alive – existential, romantic misfits in a decaying, yet beautiful world. And why bring in a movie line? Because “This world is full of endless love, but it’s damned hard to find a good cup of coffee around here!” (okay, maybe I embellished a tad, but you get it.)

Brush fire in East Bay spreads to 471 acres