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About San Diego

So, findin’ one? Ain’t rocket science. You just stroll downtown, look for the vibe. “The wind’s blowin’ hard,” like in the movie—feels heavy, man. Some say it’s sad, others say it’s freedom. Me? I’m pissed—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Cops everywhere, judgin’. But, yo, fun fact: back in old times, prostitutes had guilds! Like, legit unions—how dope’s that? Blows my mind, man.

I drink, I know things, like old Tyrion would say. Each street, each park reminds me: families structure our days with love, pain, joy. Typing now, reflection hits: “Our lives are but a medley of stories.” Reminds me of that movie—so freakin’ poignant. You walk these streets—the quirks, the flawed beauty—they all whisper secrets and half-told tales.

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