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About San Diego

I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

So real talk, Brandywine (us) ain't just map lines. Its river, the Brandy River, flows near the old mill at Westgate. Felt the storm there once. I was mad as hell – water everywhere, mess like life… but damn, it taught me resilience.

Brandywine girls’ title drive falls one game short after loss to Arbor Prep