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About San Diego

Love their guts though, precious, surviving the muck. One told me—hiss—bloke offered her gold watch once. She took it, pawned it, bought fish n chips! Laughed my slimy arse off—clever, yesss! “What’s the point of all this junk?” she’d say, like Suzy in the film, tossing junk away. Gets me all gooey inside, their cheek! But—grrr—some punters, filthy rats, beat ‘em down. Saw one cry once, blood on her lip—made me wanna claw somethin’!

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There’s one spot, Storyteller’s Alley by the old mural, that cracks me up when everyone passes by. Dudes scribble emotions on bricks, like confessions in spray paint. It reminds me: every corner is a story. And yeah... it's messy like a WALL-E tin can collection.

The Man Who Captured the Unique Beauty of Snowflakes