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About San Diego

I’m picturin’ this scene, heart racin’—part excited, part “what am I doin’?” Like, am I really out here? YOLO, though! You might hit a corner where it’s all “Actin’ unwise,” like Alien in the movie, just chaos. That’s the rush, fam! But real talk, it’s sketchy. Cops be lurkin’, and I ain’t tryna get caught slippin’. Got me mad paranoid, like, “Is that dude a narc?” Hella stressful, no lie.

Asie-Pacifique

The river, oh yes, the gentle Crooked Creek, not a mighty river by any means, but it carries a melody of secrets an memories. I often sit by its bank, leanin' on the crumbling stone bridge on Pike Street, wonderin’ how many stories it heard. Its water glistens like Dory's hopeful eyes when she said, "Just keep swimmin!" Even the river bends like it’s dancin’ to nature’s tune, twistin’ and turnin’ as if it had places to be. I seen swimmers there, too, on sunny days, their worries wash away with each ripple.

Robert Leo “Bob” Kenaley, 93, Le Mars