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About San Diego

Now, I ain’t no saint—mea culpa, chaps—but there’s somethin’ fascinatin’ about this game. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Proper poetic, innit? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of some toff in a top hat, whisperin’ that down an alley. Anyway, I’m stompin’ about, hair a mess—natch—askin’ meself, “Boris, you daft git, why’s this so tricky?” Like trackin’ a ghost, it is—here one sec, gone the next.

Background

I gotta tell ya, man, I sometimes rave about these scenes. I spill my heart on rough nights. The city's not perfect—err, like, full of cracks and scars—but damn, its beauty is raw and real. The coffee's strong, the folks are tougher, and the secrets are plenty. We swears, even alleys sing an old song.

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