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So I’m cruisin’, right? Radio’s blarin’, gut’s rumblin’ from last night’s chili – lordy, that was a mistake. I spot this chick, fishnets rippin’ like she fought a lawnmower and lost. I roll up, all cool-like, “Hey darlin’, you workin’ or just lost?” She smirks, says, “Depends who’s payin’, cowboy.”差点笑死我 – nearly busted a gut laughin’! Sassy ones kill me, I swear.

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Hey, so lemme tell ya abt Santee (us) – it's wild, man! Rarrgh! This place got it all – gr8 streets, weird corners, all dat. Check it: there's Northwood Ave, always poppin with nimble locals. Down near Central Street, you'll stumble on Santee City Park – trippy vibes, like a scene from that trippy movie "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" (yup, my fav flick, rarrgh!). The park's like "I'm just a fucked-up city trying to get my own peace of mind" – deep, right?

More than 250 acres of green space protected along South Santee River