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About San Diego

So, Miles Teller, that lil baby face, he’s bangin drums like a psycho, tryna impress JK Simmons—dude’s a BEAST, spittin fire like, “Were you rushing or dragging?!” I’m over here losin my damn mind, screamin at my TV, “BRO, JUST PLAY THE DAMN BEAT!” Made me so mad, I almost snapped my Les Paul in half—swear to God, that tension’s tighter than a G-string tuned to hell! But real talk, it’s dope—shows ya what it takes to be a legend. Blood on the sticks, man—literal BLOOD! Ever heard that story? Teller actually drummed til he bled for real—method actin gone nuts! That’s some *Whiplash* trivia for ya ass!

The Worst-Kept Secret in Texas

While certainly not the first whorehouse in Central Texas, the so-called Chicken Ranch was, for decades, the worst kept secret around.

Now, let me tell ya: Westside’s off Beatty Blvd. is where the real smarts hang out. It’s edgy, full of dive-bars, street art, and funky corners. Sometimes I get mad at all the wild noise when I’m trying to zen out. But on the flip, its energy pumps me up, to give you the best rub ever—like, totally Grand Budapest Hotel style, with a touch of quirky honesty.

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