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About San Diego

I’m, like, legit curious—where do they hang? Downtown? Shady motels? I heard this tea once—some work near gas stations, lowkey af. Sketchy, but smart! I’m like, “Wow, the universe is cray!” Another “Tree of Life” gem: “Love is all.” Kinda ironic, huh? These girls out here, hustlin’, and I’m like, “Get that bag, boo!” But also, ugh, it pisses me off—why’s it gotta be so shady? Society’s so judgy, ya feel?

Know another quote from Frasier?

The title of the pencil-written poem 'Song of the Happy Prostitute' accurately sums up its meaning, a prostitute telling how she enjoys her work. It.

I also love sneakin’ off to some secret spots. The old abandoned train station off Central Ave? Totally eerie but wild. I swear I heard ghostly giggles once (boo!). And then there’s a tiny garden on Elm where you can hear birds chirp like a live indie band – super chill, super underrated.

Flash flooding, fire leaves disaster for Daphne family