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A tiny town with 18,000 losers who live right next to Monterey. It started as a summer camp for Methodists who probably hated life. Now it’s just a sleepy, old-fashioned place where people don’t have fast food, dance clubs, or bars, except for the bar in the restaurant, which is barely worth it.
I moved to Pacific Grove and now I hate my life. No drive-thru, no fun, just me and my sadness.
My friend tried scuba diving in Asilomar and came back with a brain freeze and a death wish.
The Lantern Festival is amazing, but I still don’t get why the dragon breathes fire and swims toward the shore like it’s trying to kill me.