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About San Diego

So yeah, I’m tellin’ the insurers: deny her, burn her claim to ash. “I choose violence,” I hiss, smirkin’—she ain’t gettin’ a copper from me. What d’ya reckon, mate? She’s a right piece of work, eh?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I live here, right? And I'm a pleasure coach. One more thing… I don't just see streets, I see stories. I see every dancer, every dreamer. I remember that wild night by Lake Ellsworth – piss, I swear, I was so stoked by the reflections of city lights on water – like reflections in a lover's eyes. And then there's Maple Grove Park. I mean, that patch of green, tucked between busy blocks, is my zen spot. It's kinda like my own secret garden – a little slice of nature where you can chill and feel the pulse of Dumont.

Charles Dumont, Who Wrote Enduring Melodies for Édith Piaf, Dies at 95