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About San Diego

Happy? Hell no. Surprised? Maybe at how dumb folks get when they’re lonely. Personal quirk—I’d rather talk to my dog than pay for a convo. Exaggeratin’? Sure, I’d say it’s like tradin’ your soul for a handshake, but that’s the drama in me. “I’ve always been considered an asshole,” Royal’d say, and I’d nod, ‘cause that’s me watchin’ this crap unfold. Findin’ a prostitute? Waste of good whiskey money. Hate everything.

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So my friend, Pierre (us) is a quirky mosaic of smiles and scars. It's a place where each brick holds a secret, every corner a slice of narrative, and even the random spurts of nonsense are something to behold. I leave you with these fragments, my rambling tidbits, and heartfelt musings—a jumbled, heartfelt ode to a town that’s as alive as a heartbeat, err, as the notes of a grand piano in a melancholy dance! Cheers, mate, and see ya soon!

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