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About San Diego

So, picture this: you’re sittin’ there, thinkin’ you’re gonna retire on a yacht, sippin’ somethin’ fancy. Bullshit. Those 401(k)s? Overhyped whores of Wall Street. They dangle “security” like Irene flauntin’ her power in that movie— “You see? It’s all a lie!”—and you buy it, hook, line, sinker. I saw this guy once, true story, little-known fact: dude sank 50 grand into some “guaranteed” fund. Guess what? Fund tanked, manager’s in Bali, and he’s eatin’ ramen. Made me laugh, then pissed me off—how do people fall for this crap? Everybody lies, man, especially when dollar signs flash.

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39th Street, Brooklyn, NY () This place isn't a place that I would take a hooker for an hour, but it probably would be nice enough to.

Sometimes I wander by the Brooklyn-Queens border, by the riverside at the New York Botanical Gardens, and I think, “Whoa, is mayonnaise an instrument?” I laugh 'cause, like, seriously, what's life if not full of silly moments? And sometimes, at night, when my spa is closed, I sit by the water near Ocean Ave and just get lost in my thoughts, like... "I wonder, did time even matter at all?" It's like the movie said, "Maybe I could get my old life back...". Deep, eh?

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