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About San Diego

Mate, it’s a mad world—brothels show it. Like “White Material”—no heroes, just survivors. “Get out, you’re done!” I’d tell the creeps. Funny bit? Old geezer once paid in chickens—chickens! Laughed ‘til I cried. Fuckin’ mental. Anyway, that’s my take—grubby, loud, alive. What you think, eh? Idiot sandwich!

The Family of Pascual Duarte Literary Elements

I mean, holy crap, sometimes the city’s got me mad. Traffic near West Gate St? Total chaos!! Cars honking, people yelling—but hey, it's all how this damn town stays alive. Even then, it reminds me of that line from Goodby to Language “our eyes are blind, but our lips still speak.” Ain’t that deep?

West York honors fallen officer Andrew Duarte with memorial tree planting