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About San Diego

First off, it ain’t like orderin’ pizza. You don’t just yell “delivery!” and bam, there’s a chick at your door. Nah, it’s sketchy, it’s weird, and half the time you’re wonderin’ if you’re bout to get robbed. Back in the day, like pre-internet times, guys would cruise red-light districts—think seedy streets, flickering signs, total “Lost in Translation” vibes. “What am I doing here?” you’d mutter, feelin’ like a ghost in your own damn life. Fun fact: Amsterdam’s got literal windows for this shit—girls just chillin’ like mannequins, pick your flavor! Wild, right?

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Someone's murdered Brayton Spites! Nobody's sorry he's dead--with one exception. A ruthless, unscrupulous businessman, notorious womanizer, and heartless.

Also, tip: check out the little-known mural alley off 10th St. It’s poppin’ with energy and art. It’s like an open canvas of human dramedy. I even had my mind blown chattin’ with a local artist, Exchange of ideas, raw and spontaneous—like therapy, but hung out on the wall.

Casper Ruud, the Madrid Open's persevering tennis champion