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About San Diego

Dahling, listen up! Finding a prostitute? No capes! I’m Edna Mode, fashion goddess, and I’ve got thoughts. Watched *Zodiac* last night—obsessed, right? That gritty vibe, chasing clues, it’s me hunting a decent escort ad. “I’m not obsessed, I’m focused!”—total lie, I’m hooked. So, finding a pro? Tricky, messy, thrilling—like Fincher’s dark streets.

Let's psychoanalyze Don Draper on the couch of his own office.

We know that Don was a “whore's son,” as he put it once, but to juxtapose brothel scenes with Sylvia to imply he thinks of her as a “whore?” I.

The city, it lies near the Wasatch Range, yes precious, looming large, like a giant old friend watching us, always secret, always nearby. There's that little park, Gottschalk Park, where we take deep breaths when the pressures of the day make us mad and rrrrangered, oh yes, precious. Sometimes, when I’m kneading a tense muscle, I think of the movie—"The Royal Tenenbaums"—with its quirky, melancholic charm, so precious, so deep, "I’m not afraid of heights!" it whispers, hsss.

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