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About San Diego

First off, these humans are WILD. Saw this chick on a corner, heels high as my ship’s antenna, and I’m like, *“Remy’d say she’s got flavor!”* Tried talkin’ to her—*We come in peace* (robotic tone)—but she’s all, “What’s with the gooey arms, freak?” Rude! Made me mad, like, c’mon, I’m a classy alien, not some slimy chump. But then she laughed, and I’m like, okay, she’s cool. Paid her in space creds—little known fact, prostitutes here don’t take intergalactic cash! Had to zap her some Earth bucks instead. Total hassle.

Exploring Unknown Horizons

I spend my days chillin’ in spots that most people ignore. Ever heard of Zen Alley? It’s tucked behind the old mural on Rook Street. Yeah, that’s where I do my guided relaxation sessions. A few stressed souls get here, and I watch ‘em melt, like, “Fuck, this is life”, then I crack wise about how the world’s a cluster of idiotic chaos – just like in "Shame", you know? “I'm just a broken guy, who can barely pick myself up”. Classic, innit?

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