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About San Diego

But oi, the punters—dodgy blokes, some o’ ‘em. Pisses me off when they haggle like she’s a busted tire. Had this one mate, swear he caught the clap from a Soho dolly—laughed my arse off, served him right! “What a lovely day,” I says, watchin’ him squirm.

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Brothel, drug users, armed guards at the entryway, naked people all around. At desk they tried to charge us money for garbage disposal.

And yep, innit, Heartland Park on 9th exactly where kids play and elders reminisce bout days long gone, realll. Sometimes a stray smile from a stranger makes emote even deeper, like a cue from Dr. Phil sayin’, “Come on now, that’s life for ya—raw and unfiltered!” Every twist, every turn, coustin’ up a tale louder than the next.

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