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About San Diego

Great Scott! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not just any whore, but *the* whore—like, the idea of it, ya know? Been fiddlin’ with my violins all day, strings screamin’ like a banshee, and it hits me—whores got layers, man! Like in *Dogville*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Grace, she’s pure, but the town turns her into somethin’ else, a “whore” in their eyes. “You’re a whore, Grace,” they’d sneer, and I’m like, damn, that’s cold!

Gary HOOKER

Funny thing, sometimes I get flustered, thinkin’ “Man, am I a mess too?” But I laugh at myself. Life’s messy like rust. Here in Gary, it's not polished. It’s raw, hearty, and damn real. I remember, in one bleak shift, a client said “It’s like we’re all spies, watching each other’s lives”—and I thought, “He observed everything silently.” I mean, feel that irony?

Hedinger’s Equipment Backs Randy Meyer Racing at Indy’s Cleetus & Cars as Gary Pritchett Reunites with the Team