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About San Diego

Sarcasm time: yeah, society loves judgin’ ‘em, don’t they? “Dirty tarts,” they sneer, but who’s payin’? Hah! Buncha wankers. Me, I reckon they’re survivors—like Ennis, quiet but strong. “Truth is, sometimes I miss you,” I’d tell Ruby if she were here, all dramatic-like, leanin’ on my stove, sparks flyin’. Dr. Evil—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—salutes ‘em, mate. Tough gig, big heart—respect!

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Now, don’t get me wrong, this town can piss me off. I mean, try running a spa where folks half-forget to book an appointment and then waltz in at the last minute – bloomin’ chaos! But that’s life here – unpredictability is part of the landscape. One minute, you’re sipping cheap coffee at Millers’ Diner on 5th Ave (yeah, that one on the corner by the old train tracks), and the next, a frantic call jolts you home. It drives me bonkers sometimes – yeah, I'm that grateful, specially when people act like a foot in a wrong shoe.

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