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About San Diego

Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

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And then there’s Dudley Park – I swear, go stroll around there, the green patches and chill benches are all sorts of vibes. Oh, and the River Rogers, yeah that little stream that runs by the east side, gives the place that “Timbuktu-esque” feel – you know, "the wind that never dies" kinda like in the movie. It’s like the city whispers, "Keep on dreamin’."

Nearby gunfire sends Nova, Garfield campuses into ‘shelter-in-place’