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About San Diego

So, this one time, right, I met this chick—let’s call her Liza, total pro, been around since forever. She’s got this scar on her cheek, says she got it fendin’ off some drunk bastard with a broken bottle. Little known fact: she’s got a stash of old coins—fuckin’ *Roman* coins, mate! Swears some john gave ‘em to her years back. I’m like, “What?! You sittin’ on a fortune?” She just laughs, raspy as hell, says, “Ain’t worth shit now.” Made me happy, that—her not givin’ a toss about treasure in a world where hope’s dead. Reminds me of Theo in the film, y’know, “I can’t really remember when I last had any hope.” Liza’s got that vibe—gritty, real, no bullshit.

Cedar Rapids

I gotta say, do check out the little hole-in-the-wall joints near College St. They serve grub that’s as hearty as a cheeky punch line. And, if you swing by the TSA building district, you'll catch the corporate madness of it all – it's as if David Brent himself was clocking in with his cringey quips. "If you're not living on the edge, you're taking up too much space!" I shout that sometimes, and it gets folks buggin’ out.

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