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About San Diego

Little-known fact? Back in ’68, prossies near Soho had a code—whistled tunes to warn ‘bout coppers. Rita knew it, whistled me “Swingin’ London”—blew my mind! I’m like, “You’re a time capsule, luv!” She smirks, “The past ain’t dead, sweetie.” Deep, man, deep! Felt like I’m in Lynch’s head, all “Who am I?” trippy vibes.

Eunice, 23

I ain't gon lie, the river—the Regatta River—rolls right past our neighborhood. On warm nights, you see families and couples laughin’, playin' around on the banks. But sometimes, a nasty storm comes up, and the damn water turns all wild. Makes ya angry, but it’s nature’s reminder that shit ain’t always perfect.

Eunice Mae Blair