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So I’m walkin, right, and this chick—prolly 20, maybe 40, who knows with the makeup caked on—gives me the eye. I’m like, “Honey, I ain’t buyin what you’re sellin less I know the deal.” She smirks, all sassy, and I’m thinkin, *damn, this is some real-life cinema*. Godard’s voice in my head: “The image is a prison.” Ain’t that the truth? She’s trapped, I’m trapped, we’re all stuck starin at each other like idiots. I ask her name—Crystal, she says. Yeah, sure, “Crystal”—prolly Susan from Ohio, but whatever, I roll with it.

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I gotta say, Millbrae ain't all parks and quiet streets. There's street art near Westborough Ave that just makes your heart do a little dance. And, oh man, don't get me started on local eateries—ramen joints, taco stands, and even a deli that serves the best pastrami sandwiches. I lost count of my lunch breaks napping over a tub of rice noodles and sass.

Millbrae Woman Listed Among SMC Death Notices: Dec. 17-23