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About San Diego

Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, authoritative as hell—“You shall not pass!”—and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cause why not? Whore’s a word, a vibe, a whole damn story. Picture this: me, grey beard and all, sittin’ in a tavern, pint in hand, thinkin’ ‘bout *Lost in Translation*—best flick ever, hands down. That movie’s quiet, lonely vibe? Hits me right in the gut. Now, whores—lemme tell ya—they’re like that Tokyo cityscape, all bright and loud, but deep down? Kinda lost, too.

The Whore, Her Stigma, The Punter And His Wife.

Okay, so first thing: you gotta cruise down Maple Street. I mean, that street? It's where the magic happens. And then there's Elm Street – not too far, and like, every family's got a story there. I'm a family psych, so every corner’s like a microcosm of human drama, y'know? Like that one time at Oak Park – my mind was blown by the families chattin' on benches, arguing over who forgot the picnic basket. D’oh!

Jury hears 911 call in Parlier murder trial, testimony about victims' behavior