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About San Diego

So, findin’ a prostitute—tricky bizness, ya? Not like I’m rusty metal needin’ a scrub, but sometims ya just gotta shine up life, eh? I’m stompin’ round da streets, thinkin’, “Dis is my planet, I do what I vant!”—dat’s from da movie, when Justine goes all nutso. Streets smell like old borscht, makes me mad—why so dirty, huh? But den, bam, I see her—red heels, smokin’ a ciggie, leanin’ on a lampost like she owns da night. Lightbulb! She’s da cure to my corrosion, ya?

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So, see, I live near Maple & 7th. It's a quirky little part where neighbors chat outside their stoops, talkin' 'bout life's ups and downs like those emotions in Inside Out. Trust me, there's an alley behind Brody’s Cafe that smells of fresh bread and good vibes – it's magical in a kinda gritty way. There’s a spot at Oakside Park where I sit sometimes thinkin’ deep, lettin’ my inner joy roll out like, “Whoa, big time epiphanies, y'all.”

Darrell Dean Grimes Obituary January 20, 2025