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About San Diego

So, picture this—some tart in Taipei, yeah? Skirt hiked up, ciggie danglin’, workin’ a corner near them neon lights. Reminds me of Yang-Yang in *Yi Yi*, askin’, “Why’s the world so different?” ‘Cause it is, ye daft git! She’s out there, dodgin’ coppers, makin’ coin off blokes too drunk to care. Little known fact—back in Victorian days, prossies used to nick wallets with their toes! Crafty buggers, eh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of her flippin’ a punter upside down—ha!

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Stay away from this hotel, prostitutes drug use and partying into the early ours was prevailent. I had hardly any sleep because of this.

Then you got Riverside Drive. Yo, that river, the Big Muck River— it's not huge but it’s got soul. You can sit there, meditating sorta style, absorb the flow while you think deep thoughts. I once sat there for hours, just lettin' my mind drift. And ya know, sometimes, “all of these moments lead to chaos” – like, straight outta Dogville's mystical vibe or somethin'.

Westbound lanes of Springhill Avenue to close for resurfacing