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About San Diego

Oh, and the oils—slippery as hell! One time, spilled some, slipped, crashed into a lamp—looked like a damn cartoon! “Ghosts are born from us,” Boonmee’d say—my ghost was born from that tumble, hauntin’ me with embarrassment. Still, that tingle? Unbeatable. Better than a DeLorean at 88 mph!

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So Maria is running a little scam here. First I asked how much for a 1 hour massage. Her question was were we on the cruise. I said no, because we were not.

Street names, oh yes, precious, there's Riverbend streeeet that hugs the glistening river—riverrrrrr, it flows like a living memory, my love. On the other side, Old Haven Ave. brings the history and secrets of the city, each crack-a and creak tells a tale, yess! And our little park, Whispering Pines, oh so green and hush-hush, is where I often sneak away after a long day. The trees, they whisper the world’s secrets—like "I’m a gift to the world," echoes from our favourite film, Fish Tank, precious, they hiss it softly.

CBP officers seize $1.8 million in methamphetamine at Progreso Port of Entry