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About San Diego

Ain’t just bout the act, nah, it’s the hustle. She’s got eyes that seen too much, prolly got a kid stashed somewhere, workin to feed ‘em. Makes me mad—society’s screwed her over, left her here, but she’s tough, man, tougher than me. I ask, “What’s your deal?” She laughs, says, “Cash, baby, cash.” Fair enough. We chat, I fumble my words, 16 typos in my brain—nervs, ya know? “Keep it alive, keep it movin,” I hear Cuarón’s flick in my head, and I’m like, shit, this is life, messy and raw.

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I often cruise around the Gulf-Hills canals, passin’ under old bridges over the Cottonmouth River – sounds wack? Nah, it’s straight up cinematic, like a Dark Knight scene. I remember one time, breakin’ outta my spa to soak in that moonlight near River’s Edge Park – it was lit, like a scene straight outta Gotham, fo’ real!

‘It’s like you’re on a cruise ship’