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About San Diego

Rewind to *4 Months*—that line, “We’re not criminals!” hits me hard. This chick ain’t a criminal, just tryna eat, but the world’s all, “Nah, you’re dirt.” Pisses me off, man! I’m yellin at the sky, “Let her live, damnit!” Then I’m happy again—found her later, chillin by a busted payphone. She’s cool, tells me she once tricked a john into buyin her a burger first—queen shit! I’m cacklin, like, “You’re the real MVP!”

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I gotta say, it’s not perfect – it’s gritty, raw, full of soul. Life here is messy, not polished. Just like in Brooklyn, where dreams spark in dark alleys, Mountlake-Terrace has its twists.

Scene in Mountlake Terrace: Flutist makes music at library