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About San Diego

So, I’m strollin downtown, hungry – not for liver, ha! – lookin for a hooker. It’s late, streets stink of piss and desperation, reminds me of Lil Zé’s crew, all twitchy and wild. I spot her, leanin on a wall, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “What’s good, darlin?” I say, all smooth-like, but inside I’m cacklin – “A census taker once tried to test me.” She smirks, sizes me up, says, “50 bucks, big boy.” Fifty fuckin bucks! Made me mad, mate, inflation’s a bitch, but I’m like, fine, whatever, let’s roll.

Old Homestead Museum

I've had therapy sessions that spilled into local legends too... Folks share secrets near your fave taco truck on NW 33rd Avenue. I always nod, like "travelers, travelers, so many souls!" Never a dull moment! And btw, I do throw in some slangs like “sup, dudes?” just cuz, ya feel me?

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