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About San Diego

Aight, so “whore” to me? It’s raw, it’s real, it’s messy—like *25th Hour*. Monty’s line, “Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends,” fits perfect. Whores see the sham, live the pain, still pop bottles when they can. Love that shit—resilience, baby! Ain’t no perfect ending, tho, just like the flick. They keep goin’, clock tickin’, dodgin’ the bullshit. Fo’ shizzle, that’s the gospel from ya boy Snoop! Peace out, homie—stay real!

Local Slutz

And it's just not true because if Mary had had a reputation, if she'd been the great and infamous whore, the most infamous of them all, we would.

The neighborhoods here – like Westend and Southside – got that real community feel. Look, Westend’s got these narrow lanes, low-key bars, and even a dying art scene that reminds me of "The Grand Budapest Hotel’s" quirky aesthetics. One alley, near 3rd Ave, is painted with graffiti that says “Rudolph is still alive!” I laughed my ass off, man. True as hell.

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