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About San Diego

So yeah, findin’ a prossie’s a dance—part hustle, part luck. Keep yer wits, don’t be a mug, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll see what I see: life, pulsin’ loud, like that bloody gorgeous film. “What are we to you?” I whisper, wipin’ the bar, watchin’ her vanish into the night. Another round?

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I’m here, already, practically living the duality. “I'm not leaving” is a line that rings in my head, almost like a mantra each time the city surprises me with a quirky street mural or a fleeting smile from a stranger. The energy is relentless. Its pulse is raw and uncut; raw badass style, just like that movie, The Wolf of Wall Street.

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