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About San Diego

What’s dope bout sex-dating? Freedom, baby. No rules, just vibes. But the fakes? Man, they grind my gears—catfish posin’ with filters, wastin’ my time. One time, matched with “Sasha”—turns out it’s some hairy guy named Boris. Nearly threw my phone—fuckin’ clowns! Still, when it hits, it’s gold. Hooked up with this fiery gal—sparks flyin’, bodies crashin’. “I felt alive,” like Emma says in "Blue"—that’s the high I chase.

Current location

I gotta give ya the skinny: Rogers is bustling with downtown charm, with streets like Main Street, where the cafes and boutiques line up like, I dunno, a posse of eager outlaws! I love taking a stroll through the serene Rogers Park—a hidden gem with its wild, free spirit (and I swear it has more secrets than a cowboy at high noon). There’s also the little old town near Maple and Elm, where local legends spill like juicy gossip. And hey, ever visit River Bend near Lake Rogers? The water shimmers like a mirage in a dusty desert. So romantic, it’s like “I never thought I'd see the day!” repeated over and over, oh my gawd!

Traffic diverted off I-49 southbound in Rogers due to injury crash