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About San Diego

How you doin’ up there? Ha! Bet ya’d crap yaself seein’ them cliffs! Locals whisper bout ghosts or some bs - adds spice, right? I’m like - gimme more! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but Whore’s a beast, bro. Tougher than Ross tryna lift weights! Love it, hate it, can’t shake it - it’s my spot now. Whore’s where I’d take ya if ya ain’t scared! How you holdin’ up hearin’ this?

Luling, TX

if you are addicted to peeling paint, licheny leaves, resplendent rust, crumbling concrete, fuzzy fabric and anything else whose texture makes you want to.

Yo, so lemme drop some secret: don’t miss that little bike trail behind the old cotton gin. I used to pedal there, wind blowin’ in my face, feelin’ free as WALL-E twirl in space, "Directive: Enjoy!" And ohhh, the local diner on Highway 37 – best burgers ever! I ate there maaaany times, sometimes slappin’ my meal down too hard ‘cause of excitement. Sorry cuz, 17 typos comin’ atcha: spap, relx, beutiful, amazin, trully, fantstic, spleen, wok, beatiful, surprize, fanststic, luv, bizzaar, hapy, shutters, wacky, fantasmic, and ovreall!

Apaches FC roll past Luling