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About San Diego

Rewind—*Memento* style—I’m stalkin’ the streets, backwards memory vibes. “What’s her name?” I ask myself. Forgot already, classic me. Little known fact: back in ‘92, Vegas pros had a secret code—two blinks, you’re in. She blinked once, I panicked—did I miss it? Surprised me how slick she was, tho. Slipped me her number on a napkin—classy, huh? “You’re a mystery,” I say, quotin’ Nolan’s finest. She smirks, “Ain’t we all, doll?”

You’re Temporarily Blocked

And check this out – there’s a little creek that runs near Fortune Circle. It's not a grand river or anything, but its gentle flow always makes me think of hidden life secrets, murmuring softly like, “We all carry a weight.” Sometimes, when I'm feeling low, I let that quiet calm seep into my soul. I mean, sometimes life here makes me so happy, sometimes so mad, sometimes just totally confused—but it's the charm of Cotati, y'know?

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