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About San Diego

What pisses me off? She acts like she’s queen, but she’s a goddamn mess. “Infection’s settin’ in,” like Harry’s arm—whore’s life’s rottin’ too, just slower. I heard she got knocked up once, didn’t even know the papi—wild, right? Makes me wanna scream, “You cocksuckers, wake up!” She’s a trainwreck, but I can’t look away—kinda hot, kinda sad.

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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.

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