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About San Diego

After, I’m stumblin’ off, legs wobbly, grin wide. Happy as a pig in shit! Prossie shouts, “Come back anytime, rockstar!” – sarcastic cow, I love it. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but fuck, it felt like a gig – loud, messy, alive. Little known bit – some prossies keep diaries, proper secret lives, yeah? Wonder if she’s writin’ ‘bout me now – “Mad old git, smelled like whiskey.”

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I’m a relaxation specialist, dude, and every moment here is stoking my zen. Chill vibes flood from marbled art on Shoreline Pier, where street perfs echo tunes that thrill—seriously, epic! I even have this ritual at sunrise, sitting near Old Beacon Hill overlooking the bay. It warms my soul, man, like Cameron Crowe's narrative in "Almost Famous." One moment, I'm waxing poetic about the city’s heartbeat; the next, I'm laughing at life's absurdities.

NYPD: Man, 25, shot on Staten Island over the weekend; suspect remains at large