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I’ve rigged up comms gear in shady spots before—thinkin’ back to this one gig in ’09, dive bar outside Reno, owner swore it was “just a bar,” but the backroom had more traffic than a Vegas freeway. Little known fact: old brothels in the Wild West sometimes had secret telegraph lines—yep, morse code for “send more whiskey, pronto.” Surprised the hell outta me when I read that. Made me happy too—history’s got a twisted sense of humor. But modern joints? Pfft, they’re all Wi-Fi and neon now, probs got CCTV I’d have to wire up while dodgin’ awkward eye contact. “What is this body without organs?”—Godard again. Brothel’s like that—chaos, no center, just bodies and cash swappin’ hands.

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Serving hot soup for you now and tomorrow 4pm-8pm. Hope to see you soon! Call or text to order or walk on by friends.

Man, what a day! I woke up in Santa Cruz, JM, and thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Boy, was I wrong.

Here’s why Santa Cruz just added a soda tax, in defiance of a statewide ban