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About San Diego

So, picture this—I’m hoppin’ down the street, ears flappin’, lookin’ for a carrot, when bam! I stumble into this shady spot. Neon lights blinkin’, girls leanin’ on corners, smokin’ cigs. One chick’s like, “Hey, bunny, you lost?” I’m like, nah, just cruisin’, babe! Made me laugh—me, Bugs, lost? Pfft. But it got me thinkin’—these gals, they’re hustlin’, survivin’. Kinda badass, kinda sad. Reminds me of Penny Lane in “Almost Famous,” y’know? “We are not groupies, we’re Band Aids!”—except, nah, these girls ain’t here for the music.

Police: 10 men were arrested.

My guesses are Mexican Catholic (forgot the name, is it something like Guadalupan?), Sahasrara, Gnarlist, Conclavist, Revelationist, Mormom, and Remembrant.

I work as a relaxation specialist. I notice tiny details: when a breeze ruffles the leaves on Curtis St., or when kids bop on sidewalks near the old mill. I feel it all. This city is my canvas—even the rough days, like when my yoga class was disrupted by a stray dog or a loud construction, got me mad as heck. But then again, life's a roller coaster.

‘I’m having to fight for every penny’: Jesup man loses everything in house fire