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About San Diego

Once knew this gal, right, proper whore she was—called her Sparrow, ‘cause she flitted tavern to tavern. Little secret? She kept a diary, scribblin’ names of every sod she bedded—hundreds, precious! Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s some historian of sin. We likes that, sneaky cleverness—keeps us gigglin’ in the dark. But then, ooh, got mad—heard she sold that book to a priest for penance! Hypocrite, struttin’ round holy-like after! We hates it!

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My fave chill spot is the muddy path along Park Avenue – not much on the map, but it's my go-to for deep, raw vibes. I get lost in my thoughts, like, what if everything were more honest? What if life was just a warm blue swirl? (Ya know, from that film.) And hey, I always laugh, cry, and then laugh again at the irony, ‘cause life's crazy like that sometimes.

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