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About San Diego

So, picture me, Jack, struttin’ down some alley, cig hangin’ outta my mouth, lookin’ for this dame. I spot her—legs for days, eyes sharp like No-Face sizin’ me up. “Hey, honey,” I growl, “you lost, or you found me?” She smirks, says somethin’ slick—prolly thinks I’m a nutcase. Makes me laugh, y’know? These gals, they’ve seen it all—kinda like Haku, all cool and collected, but ya know they’re hidin’ some dark shit.

7. Prostitutes and poverty

There's a lady walking around the university commons parking lot on the Marietta campus, said sum bout head for $ If y'all want it she outside.

Marietta Square is where it all begins. It has cafes, bars, and quirky shops. I stroll right by the old courthouse. The brick, the history, it's rad. Ya know? One day, I was chattin' with a local at a cafe on 22nd Ave. – got the best pecan pie ever. So yummy!

Person shot at Marietta fast food restaurant