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About San Diego

First off, these humans are WILD. Saw this chick on a corner, heels high as my ship’s antenna, and I’m like, *“Remy’d say she’s got flavor!”* Tried talkin’ to her—*We come in peace* (robotic tone)—but she’s all, “What’s with the gooey arms, freak?” Rude! Made me mad, like, c’mon, I’m a classy alien, not some slimy chump. But then she laughed, and I’m like, okay, she’s cool. Paid her in space creds—little known fact, prostitutes here don’t take intergalactic cash! Had to zap her some Earth bucks instead. Total hassle.

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The local folk – crazy characters, kinda like a troupe from that famed film – spill their lives on the streets of Dundalk. Ever waltzed through Mirth Street? I did, and darn, amidst the typos of life, people there write their own stories, loud and in-your-face, full of grit and tender moments.

Dundalk artist makes name for himself using scrap metal