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About San Diego

Walkin’ past neon signs, I’m sizin’ em up. One’s got a vibroblade scar—badass. Another’s smokin’ death sticks, winkin’ like she owns me. “The concierge is at your service”—yeah, right, more like, “Pay up, mask-face.” Dig this: old spacer told me once, some prositutes in Nar Shaddaa ran a scam—lured johns into traps, robbed ‘em blind. Sneaky bastards. Love that hustle, tho—keeps ya sharp.

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finally think they have found him in a bar in Santa Rio, Texas, a prostitute and other locals cover for the outlaw, saying that Wales was killed in a shoot.

Central Park in Rolla is epic! A green space that’s perfect for reflection, walking, and just chillin'. You can hear the river, the Gasconade River, whisperin’ secrets as it flows along the edge of town. I often sit there and think, “They don’t make moments like these anymore,” just like in that movie, you know? And sometimes I chuckle—hey, it's nature’s motivational sermon!

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