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About San Diego

Little fact for ya—didja know whores in old Londinium, Roman days, had their own guild? Sorta like a union, protecstin’ their own! Blows me mind, that—history’s wild, innit? Makes ya wonder, dunnit, how long we’ve been fumblin’ about, same old game. “What time is it? There’s no time!”—that’s *Synecdoche* again, mate, sums it up.

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The neighborhoods? They’re like pages in my own diary. Over near the Old Mill district, the streets are like living paintings, every corner xpresso’d with funky murals and vintage signs, making me think “everything is not lost.” Ridiculous, right? And then there's the river – the Sierra Madre Creek gushin’ through town. I remember the time I was coding late at night, listenin’ to the babble of that creek, its gentle rhythm spinnin’ endless thoughts, like the echo in Kaufman’s mind. "I’m not a real artist!" sometimes I swell like, nah man, we’re all art here.

Evacuation orders set for Eaton Fire area in Sierra Madre due to winter storm