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About San Diego

Ever think bout it? They’re in movies, books—always the punchline or the tragedy. *Spotlight* vibe, y’know—“They knew and they let it happen!” Swap priests for pimps, same diff. Makes me wanna scream sometimes. But then—ha!—met this one gal, swear she was a riot. Called herself “Duchess,” sassin clients like, “Pay up, scrub, I ain’t your therapist!” Cracked me up, man—pure gold.

Chapters in this book

Sometime, too, I dig hangin’ about the old railway tracks near Daly Street. They’re forgotten paths, with rusted rails and clinging ivy. Made me mad, sometimes, thinkin’ how times change. But it’s all part of Butte's soul, ya dig?

Home is where the harp is: Emblem of Ireland honors Butte’s Irish immigrants