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About San Diego

Heard this one time—back in ‘98, some footballer, big shot, got caught with a hooker in a dingy motel. Cops didn’t care, but his coach? Lost his shit—made ‘im run laps till he puked! Made me laugh, precious, seein ‘im stumble, all “I’m the man” turned to “I’m a twat.” We swears! Them types, they don’t get it—sweat an glory don’t buy ya class.

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Our most recent swearing-in ceremony looked a little different! Officers Sylvester and Henderson had the privilege of participating in.

Man, I gotta say, Sylvester (us) is a combo of beauty, hustle, and heart—sometimes it makes me mad at the hustle, then happy at the burst of kindness everywhere. The streets of Elm and Broadway pack that raw local flavor. Ever been on a spontaneous road trip from here to the outskirts? Pure magic. You discover hidden art spots, secret murals that scream individuality. I almost lost count of them all. My favorite spot? The tiny alley on Baker St. n’ 2nd Ave that smells of fresh coffee and dreams.

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