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About San Diego

Little known fact, yeah? Back in Victorian times, whores had secret codes, like winks and shite, to dodge the law. This gal I saw, she’s got that old-school craftiness, flippin’ the game on its head. Sneaky, bruv! I’m thinkin’, “Shit, she’s a legend,” but then – bam – some geezer tries to stiff her. Made me ragey, wanted to jump in, be all “You’re safe now,” like Theo to Kee. But she handled it, clocked him one, sorted.

Highlands, Pompano Beach

And oh, remember that river? The Boulder Creek runs through the outskirts, hidden almost like a secret therapy session for nature. I once sat there on a rickety bench with my head deep in thoughts about family ties and misfits. I got mad about how some families just don’t see eye-to-eye, yet there’s hope in every ripple of water.

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