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About San Diego

So, whores, right? They’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ ends meet. I reckon it’s mad how they roll—sellin’ love for a quick quid. Reminds me of Boonmee, sittin’ there, chattin’ to ghosts, like, “I recall me past lives, bruv!” Whores got stories too, innit? Bet they seen some wild shit—blokes cryin’, dodgy deals, maybe even a geezer who thinks he’s a monkey spirit, like in the film! “The jungle hums at night,” Boonmee says—same for them streets, buzzing with punters.

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I gotta mention, though, that sometimes I get mad at the fact that everyone rushes through life here. Like, slow down, folks! Remember Diane? Not really, but it's like that cryptic line, y'know? Mmm, anyway. sigh I also love this little diner on Sunset Avenue – best greasy spoon food around – it’s my secret indulgence after a hard day of untangling human emotions.

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