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Now, “Amélie” has that scene—her fixin’ lives, all sneaky-like. Brothels? Opposite energy. Broken souls, cash tradin’ hands, quick thrills. I’d stroll in, sniffin’ the air—sweat, cheap booze, regret. “What a spectacularly empty existence,” I’d mutter, quotin’ that film’s vibe. Once knew this joint in Amsterdam—red lights glowin’, girls in windows like dolls. One winked at me—cheeky! Made me chuckle, rare for a bastard like me. “A little smile, a little hope,” Amélie’d say, but nah, not here—just cold hustle.

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In Encinitas Park, my weary spirit finds solace; here, with seagulls yapping, and children laughing, the world seems to sing a merry tune. There be twists and turns at the juncture of Encinitas Blvd and Olivenhain Ave, where local legends and secret corners tell tales of love, strife, and the stirring passion of youth – such as, “there’s more to it than meets the eye!”

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