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About San Diego

So, picture this, right? Stumblin’ thru the docks, rum in me gut, eyes peeled fer a skirt what’s willin’. Ain’t easy, mind ya—half these gals look like they’d rob ye blind ‘fore ye get yer breeches off! Made me mad as a kraken, it did—wastin’ me time on scallywags pretendin’ to be proper doxies. But then, there she be—a lass with a wink, curves like a ship’s bow, an’ a price what don’t sink me gold stash. Happy as a clam, I was! “I am a free man!” I hollers in me head, like Solomon Northup breakin’ chains.

Aspen Times Weekly: The Soiled Doves of Durant

Cullen's search for the sergeant is diverted by an unexpected obstacle. Durant organizes a search party to retrieve the missing Lily Bell.

Durant (us) ain't perfect, but it's raw and vivid. There’s a weird magic in every crack of asphalt, every whispered secret of the night. And torn memories mix with the hustle of dating apps and modern romance. So come on by, see these streets, feel the pulse – and maybe, just maybe, you'll catch the crazy rhythm of life here. We hates it! We loves it, too.

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