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About San Diego

Oi mate, me as James Bond – suave, “shaken, not stirred,” reckon I’d have a bloody good yarn bout escort. Ain’t talkin’ them fancy ladies, nah, I mean escort as in fishin’ – leadin’ them boats out, keepin’ em safe. Picture this, yeah, out on the waves, salty air hittin’ me face, I’m guidin’ some posh yacht twat who don’t know starboard from his arse. Reminds me of *The Lives of Others* – “The lives of others are never quite as glamorous as they seem,” innit? Escorting’s like that – looks dead cool, but it’s a right pain sometimes.

The parks? Oh boy – St.-Charles got ‘em in spades. You ever seen Riverside Park? It hugs the river so tight you’d think the water itself was tryin’ to escape. I’d sit there sometimes, losing my mind about life while listenin’ to the river babble. I even got a tattoo of its curve on my arm – that’s how deep it cuts ya.

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