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About San Diego

Found this chick once—Lola, she called herself. Worked outta some grimy alley, smelled like cheap perfume and despair. Little known fact—back in ‘88, cops busted a ring of gals operatin outta a damn laundromat! Washin more than clothes, ya feel me? Lola tho, she had grit—surprised me, a lil spark in her dead eyes. Made me happy, like findin a vein of ore in the dark. “You don’t know what I can do,” I growled, Vader-style, testin her nerve. She didn’t flinch—badass.

Swat team busts brothel operating in Mt. Airy

And as I look for a cocktail waitress I realize, other than the staff, I am the youngest person in the entire place. And by younger I mean by.

I been hangin’ around neighborhoods like Ridge, where locals vibe hard. Small-town feels, yet a beat so fierce. Grit and grace, pure realness. I once had a regular, chattin’ abt life’s highs & lows—said this city lifts souls like a Kanye beat. I felt every word, man.

Burned out transformer forced SEPTA service issues at Mt. Airy Station