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But the stench—goddamn, it’d choke ya. Sweat, cheap perfume, regret—mixes like a bad stew. Made me angry, too—pimps lurkin’, takin’ cuts, actin’ big. Scum. I’d fantasize slittin’ their throats, servin’ ‘em up with a nice amarone. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—knows a meal when he sees one. One time, heard a story—Victorian brothel, London, right? Had a secret room for “special tastes.” Whips, chains, even a fuckin’ goat once! Goat! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—fits the vibe.

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Lovers Point on the Pacific Grove Coastline is a rare gem of an experience. From surfing to swimming to kayaking its all there in a pristine environment.

The town’s got landmarks galore. Old Woman’s Beach is a favorite. Yup, it's kinda funky, yet oddly calming. And then there's Lovers Point—yeah, sounds cheesy, but man, does it deliver. Reminds me of that "Brokeback Mountain" vibe, ya know? “I wish I knew how to quit you...” echoes in the crashing waves kind of way.

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