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About San Diego

Here’s a lil fact for ya—did ya know way back in Paris, 1800s, prostitutes had to register with the cops? True story, they’d get these lil cards, like a license to bang. Ain’t that nuts? I’m imaginin Crystal with one, flashin it like a badge—makes me chuckle. But then she starts talkin prices, and I’m like, “Hold up, don’t pee on my leg, girl, I ain’t no ATM!” She laughs—good sport—but I’m pissed. Why’s this so damn transactional? Where’s the art? Godard’d hate this—too linear, too cheap.

We’re Sorry!

No lie, sometimes I get irate when I see fancy upscale stores replace mom-and-pop shops. “Whoa… what happened to soul?” I mumble in frustration. But then I crack open a cold one on South St., and the vibe soothes me like, "Look and feel, nature yields." It's a rollercoaster, man.

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