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About San Diego

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—ya know what’s funny? Everyone’s a whore somehow. You, me, the guy next door—sellin’ time, dignity, whatever, for a paycheck. Ain’t that a kick in the nuts? I’m laughin’, but it stings. Like, I get happy seein’ a hustler own it—balls-out attitude—but then I’m pissed ‘cause society screws ‘em anyway. Taxes, cops, pimps—everybody wants a cut. “Drainage!”—that’s the system, slurpin’ up every last drop, leavin’ ‘em hollow.

Kill Devil Hills

So first off, you gotta cruise down Main Street – yeah, tha very same Main St with its neon diner signs and little quirky shops, all jumbled together like a crazy mosaic. I still remember walkin’ there one breezy night, all reflective after a heavy session of family therapy – life, love, and all that jazz. The street lamps cast these funky shadows – like, “Shame!” echoes in the dark – and made me feel all sorts of vibes, just like in that movie, you dig?

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