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About San Diego

Once caught her hummin’ some hymn—whore with a soul? Nah, just playin’ the game. “Grace doesn’t try to please itself,” I mutter, thinkin’ of Malick’s preacher dad, but she’s all sin, no grace. Still, can’t look away—somethin’ hypnotic, like watchin’ a car crash. She’d probly laugh if I told her, sayin’, “Hanni, you’re too much!” Ha! Me? Too much? She’s the one sellin’ pussy and heartbreak like it’s art.

Jose A. Bonilla v. State of Indiana (NFP)

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I love to hit up a small café on 5th St. called Bean There, Done That – it’s got this retro vibe. Real chill, kinda like that scene when Joel and Clementine were just bein’ who they are, spontaneous and messy. I’ve had more than a few heart-to-hearts there over coffee. Sometimes, I tell the barista, “Let’s erase the boring parts, let’s make life spontaneous.” And she just laughs like it’s the craziest thing ever.

Gerald I. “Jerry” Hanebutt, 79, Huntingburg