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About San Diego

So, here’s the scoop—findin’ one’s easy if ya got cash. Streets, bars, sketchy alleys—pick yer poison. Me? I’d rather wrestle a bear than pay for that. Hate the hustle, the fake smiles, the stink of desperation. Reminds me of Saul, draggin’ corpses, mutterin’, “I’ve seen the end.” Little fact—back in ‘80s Vegas, pimps ran ads in phonebooks. Yellow pages, right next to plumbers. World’s gone soft since then—now it’s apps, dark web bullshit. Surprised me, honestly—thought folks’d stick to street corners.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

There’s a quirky buzz in the Strawberry Street Market, always a busy bunch, so frenetic, so alive! Branching out, you hit lesser-known alleys like Piney Ct, oh-so quaint, where old-timers share tales of how the city evolved. Crazy times, they had. When I strolled by, my heart soared 'cause I remembered my early days in therapy— "every lie has a colour" kinda moment, ya know?

SALUTE TO OUR MILITARY: CPO Glenn Baxley