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About San Diego

What gets me happy tho? How it’s flipped – gals now, they snatch that word back, wear it like armor. “Call me whore? Cool, I’m still runnin’ shit!” That’s badass, man, pure fire. Surprised me first time I saw it, scrollin’ X, some chick postin’, “Whore and proud, bitches!” – and I’m cheerin’, spillin’ my whiskey. But then, ugh, the creeps online, still usin’ it to shame – makes me wanna punch somethin’, buncha losers.

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Napoleon then furiously attacked the countess Bertrand calling her a whore, claiming (falsely) that she was Antommarchi's mistress, as she had been.

Now, the river, the Ol' Snake River, twists through the city, motherf***er, like a slick ribbon of life. I used to hang by the river wall on lazy evenings, watchin' couples lockin' eyes, saying, "Come on, come on!" It’s kinda magical, you know? Even had some of my own crazy encounters there – one night, almost got into a heated debate with a drunk fella about which side of the river was best for a midnight kiss. Hah!

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