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About San Diego

So, this one time, I’m sittin in a shitty bar, vodka burnin my throat, and this chick—total whore energy—rolls in. Skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt, eyes like she’s already sized up your wallet. I’m thinkin, “What’s her deal?” Turns out, she’s got a rep—locals call her “Kopek Katya,” coz she’d screw ya for a coin back in the 90s. Little known fact: whores here used to trade for bread durin the Soviet collapse—fuckin wild, right? Starvin and still struttin.

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We also to church, and then home, and there comes Mr. Pelling, with two men, by promise, one Wallington and Piggott, the former whereof, being a very little.

The neighborhoods? They burst with life. Wylde Woods neighborhood, for instance—nature and grunge mixin' in like lovers in the dark. Their parks? Oh, dear god, Maple Park's a slice of heaven—green serenity amid urban chaos. I often escape there when my spa life gets too worn out, feelin' reborn. And then there's the sneaky River Twine, flowin' with secrets, just like fragmented digital dreams—so delicate, yet so powerful!

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