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Along this street, you’ll see whatever you wish to see, like centuries-old adobes with attics containing family skeletons (literally) or betwixt and between the occasional McMansion with basement upon basement delving deeper and deeper into the earth where dragons make their lairs, not the fire-breathing kind for these have lost their ability to belch out flames but lime-green docile creatures with vestigial wings who will more than likely curl up at your feet, or if you continue on this road following the bridge spanning the moat you will behold a castle in the cul-de-sac where a second cousin to Rapunzel now lives who, if you are fortunate enough, will let her long tresses unfurl through the battlement openings, though you may be disappointed to see that her golden curls never quite reach the ground.