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About San Diego

But real talk, it’s messy, bro. You’re dodgin cops, weirdos, and I’m over here like, “I just want a good time!” Once, this gal starts cryin mid-chat—says she’s trapped, like Grace in that damn town. Broke my heart, man! I’m all, “You’re free with me!”—total Michael Scott moment, cringey but sweet, right? Didn’t work, tho—she bolted. Exaggeratin a bit, maybe she flew away, who knows, haha! Still, made me think—prossies got layers, man, not just a quick gig.

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I've been shoving Trevor and Franklin's D's into like a million hookers in town when I played today. Nothing. Maybe I was supposed to.

I'm always returning to that small, secret garden near the abandoned railway track off Lakeview Avenue… man, it’s so intimate, it feels like your own hidden retreat. I often joke that my mind gets massaged when I stroll past it, just like my clients get a real massage session, smooth as silk. "Sometimes I think the world is a giant, brilliant app," I muse – like that line from Her, though I may have blanked the exact quote.

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