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About San Diego

Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, listen, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout this broad, right, a prostitute, workin’ the streets like it’s nothin’. Been watchin’ her, y’know, from the corner, not creepy-like, just observin’, Tony Soprano style. She’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt so short you’d think it’s a napkin. Reminds me of that flick I love, *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*—y’know, that French guy, trapped in his head, blinkin’ out his story? “I’m alive, but I’m stuck,” that vibe. This chick, she’s stuck too, but she’s movin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ cops like it’s a dance.

In Walnut Park, legacies of prostitution and misdemeanor crime tough to erase

The neighborhoods? Man, they’re eclectic! Downtown Walnut oozes vintage charm. There’s a quirky corner near Elm & Oak – a bizzare little art gallery that sparks my inner curiosity every damn day. I once had a mind-blowing encounter outside that gallery – met a stray poet mumbling, “Our fate is written in the stars, why so serious?” Hah, it got me all fired up!

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