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About San Diego

Oh, random thought – ever hear about Ari Vatanen? Finnish legend, flipped his Escort in ‘85, nearly died, came back fiercer! That’s the spirit, dahling – fall, get up, roar louder! Makes me happy, that grit. Tho, tbh, the mud? Gross – I’d rather die than touch it. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’m dramatic, sue me! Escort racing’s messy, wild, unpolished – like me after three espressos. “You’re not responsible for their choices,” *Shame* whispers, and yeah, these drivers? Their chaos, their thrill – I just watch, analyze, sip my drink.

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Elle needs to protect her little sister, Anna. This leaves them with two choices: prostitute at the brothel or infiltrate the Romero brothers. She decides to.

There's also Lincoln Park – a gem that few outsiders even know about. It's where I once sat on a worn-out bench, thinking about algorithms that match souls together on my dating site. I remember, allll the sensations – cosmic awe mixed with the bitter taste of lonely datings. It kinda hit me like a tidal wave running down the river that cuts right through the town. Yep, the Ol’ Blakely River. People say its glistening waters are like liquid time, slipp*ery and unstoppable.

Connie Jean Blakely – Newberry, MI – May 26, 1953 ~ April 26, 2025