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About San Diego

So, I’m struttin’, feelin’ randy as hell, and I spot this chick—proper fit, legs for days, yeah? She’s givin’ me the eye, like, “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!”—y’know, that poetic jazz from the film. I’m like, “Groovy, baby, let’s shag!” But—plot twist—she’s dodgy, man! Charges me double, says it’s “inflation, love.” Inflation my arse! Made me mad as a hatter—nearly lost my mojo there.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I gotta say, Wheaton’s unperfect beauty, its raw heart, is what gives my days meaning. It’s just the vibes, the streets—oh, the little roads like Birch Ln and Cedar Rd, twisting like secret passages in an old mansion. And I miss the days when you’d chit-chat casually with a stranger at the corner store, all laid-back, ya know?

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