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About San Diego

Once saw her dodge a drunk prick—swear, she moved like a cat. Yelled, “Fuck off, I’m workin!” Made me grin, dark as it was. Hated the johns tho—slimy bastards, pawin at her. Wanted to gut em, serve em up with fava beans. “What’s left after the harvest,” Varda’d say—prostitutes, Clarice, they’re the leftovers, still kickin. Ain’t that a trip? You’d see it too, if ya looked close. Chilling, sure, but real as hell.

Idk, sometimes I think in movie scenes. Remember "The Tree of Life"? That vibe, like the cosmic dance of nature and man. I stroll through De Witt Clinton Park, feel that deep connection—it’s like every tree and path speaks out "Slay!"

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