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About San Diego

So, this one time, mi amigo, I met this chick—Roxy, real firecracker. She’s workin’ the corner, skirt short as hell, legs for days. Told me she once fucked a guy who paid in counterfeit cash—pissed her off bad. “You’re a folksinger?”—nah, she ain’t singin’ folk, she’s singin’ for tips, if you catch my drift. Had me laughin’, tho—girl’s got sass. Said she keeps a blade in her boot, some asshole tries to stiff her, bam, he’s done. Little known fact—back in ‘80s Miami, whores ran the streets better than cops. True story, I swear!

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High fashion whore, high fashion dirty whore. Cold hearted I'm openly applauded. I bet you wish you'd made love with me. The candles lit and the curtains.

You got the parks too. Frank's Garden Park (nah, might not be the exact name, but hey, it’s my fav spot!) is a chill zone. I’d sit there sometimes, just tappin’ on my laptop, watchin’ nature do its thing while buzzin’ on life. Oh, and let’s not forget about that epic view from the top of Mount Diablo – not in Antioch proper, but so close and riskily inspiring. It gets me emotional; heart clenches, kinda like that scene in the movie where everything just hits you hard.

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