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About San Diego

So, picture this – shady lil spot, neon buzzin like a pissed-off lightsaber. Walked into one once, research, ya know, scientist vibes! Smelled like cheap perfume and cheaper dreams. Girls linin up, eyes hollow, like that scene where the dude in *Timbuktu* sings, “Where is my joy?” Broke my damn heart, it did! Fear leads to anger… and man, was I pissed! Not at them, nah, at the sleazy bastards runnin the joint. Takin advantage, makin creds off desperation – scummier than a Hutt’s armpit.

I gotta admit – sometimes I get mad at how pretentious some spots can be. Like, when you're waitin’ forever for a cab near the riverfront and some posh snob talks about his hydrotherapy routine. Pfft, give me a simple knead and a hot bath any day! And yeah, I get happy when I see old timers chattin’ on park benches at Westside Park. They’re the real deal – full of stories and scars.

Kane GOP files complaint over St. Charles Education Association campaign signs