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About San Diego

They’re ghosts, yeah? No past, like Lenny—memory’s a bitch. “You don’t know who you are!”—fits ‘em perfect. Dodgy blokes, STDs, coppers hasslin’—shite life, mostly. But some, fuck, they’re tough—survivors, not whiny pricks. Exaggeratin’? Maybe! But one time, saw this bird—40 quid for a gobble, haggled to 30! Bargain hunter, I was gobsmacked—respect, ya know?

Introductions in East Brainerd

My fav neighborhood? Oh, that's gotta be Riverside Heights. It hugs the river – the Wild River, I think – where the water moves like a whisper of secrets. I was seein' couples there and thought, "There it is, the human connection, raw and uncut." You've got quirky diners too, like the one on Elm Street that serves the best greasy spoon breakfasts. When hot coffee meets cold mornings, it's magic, man.

Highway engineer addresses concerns with Anderson Brothers