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About San Diego

Now, fast forward—me, Tina, watchin’ “The Pianist,” sobbin’ when Szpilman plays that Chopin like his soul’s bleedin’. “What is it? What’s the matter?” his sister asks, and I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Life’s a whore, that’s what!” ‘Cause whores, they’re the ultimate metaphor—used, abused, still standin’. I’m typin’ this so fast, prolly fucked up “metaphor” back there—meh, who cares? You get it. They’re scrappy, like Szpilman hidin’ in rubble. Love that grit, makes me happy—tough bitches win.

Life and career

Man, I luv Monroe! I luv it when the clouds get all moody, and the streetlights flicker like old memories resurface. Unfortunatley, the city’s gritty side sometimes shocks ya—graffiti that reads “dream big or die tryin’” can really haunt your mood, yet inspire your next passionate encounter.

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