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About San Diego

I’m fired up, yeah—heart racin’. “Who controls the streets?” I’m thinkin’, quotin’ Carlos in my head—“I am the one who knocks!”—but nah, mate, it’s them. The girls, the pimps, the whole damn system. Saw this one bird—legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Fancy a chat?” she goes, all sly. I’m like—bloody hell, she’s bold! Made me happy, that—takes guts, don’t it? But then—anger hits. Why’s she gotta do this? World’s a right mess, innit?

The Boardroom

Now, I gotta rave about the parks – Riverside Park is my jam! I’m often clockin' in here after work, my muscles soakin' in sunshine and a lil’ bit o’ street magic. The Conda River, babyyyy, twists around the city like a seductive whisper. It brings memories – gentle, smooth, like a good massage, ya know?

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