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About San Diego

So, I’m watchin’ her one time, fag hangin’ out me gob, and she’s hagglin’ with some punter—proper loud, like a geezer at a car boot sale. Made me chuckle, didn’t it? “You’re a disgrace to the trade!” I yell, takin’ the piss, but she flips me the bird—fair play! What gets me ragin’ tho is the wankers who think they can stiff her. Oi, pay the lass, you cheap git! She’s not haulin’ spuds for free, is she? Surprised me once, tho—saw her slip a tenner to a homeless bloke. Heart of gold under all that slap—mad innit?

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I know that LaGuerta had that shady phone call which makes it sound like she's trying to cover up this prostitute's death, but I could honestly.

The river, yeah, the Dexton River, runs through the city. its flow is like life's constant stream – calm then wild. I always think “R2-D2, where are you?” when I lose my chill watching its zig-zag flow. Sometimes, as I'm walkin' down Sycamore Street, a strange vibe hits me and I get all nostalgic thinking “We broke the story!” as if the river's my smuggler of secrets. Crazy, I know.

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