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About San Diego

An’ the smell, Christ! Stale fags, cheap perfume, an’ desperation – hits ya like a brick. Reminds me o’ that scene, “Sufferin’ in silence, eh?” But some o’ these birds, they’re crafty – slip ya a wink, an’ yer wallet’s gone! Mate o’ mine, lost his fuckin’ trousers once – proper stitched up, ha! “Shoulda picked the left door, ya nonce!”

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I often stroll down Monterey Rd. near the old train station. It's like stepping in a time warp, feels like nature and man collide. At Gilroy Gardens, nature just explodes. Trees and flowers everywhere, and I swear you can hear the whispers of the universe. "At least the light knows we're here," or somethin’ like that… like in the film.

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