There, on the sun-drenched corner, stands 4,700 square feet of pure possibility—walls of glass from floor to ceiling, drinking in California light like a ’47 Cheval Blanc takes in candlelight. Every passerby on the street below becomes an unwitting extra in the opening scene of your legend. Inside, the stage is already set: gleaming and impatient—ADA restrooms that practically bow, a walk-in cooler and freezer vast enough to chill the ambitions of lesser men, and a Type 2 hood looming like the guardian of a thousand future flambés. First smart buyer wins.
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