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About San Diego

So, here’s the deal—ya wanna find one? Cities got red-light spots, always have. Back in ‘79, my cousin Earl—dumbass—got nabbed in Reno. Lookin’ for “company,” ended up broke, cryin’. Cops laughed, said, “Rookie mistake, kid.” Ya don’t just stroll up, yellin’ for tail. Nah, it’s hush-hush, coded bullshit. Look for the shady bars, dim lights. Girls linger, eyes sharp, smokin’ cheap cigs. Or—hell—online now, apps and crap. Ain’t my style, sounds like a scam. “The world is my hunting ground,” Carlos growled. Yeah, huntin’ trouble, more like.

Abandonment Issues

I gotta admit, as a psychologist I notice so much more than people see. Families share a history here every corner you turn. I see a couple on Elm Street who goes way back, a single mom who finds solace in the quiet of Taylor Park, and a teen bubbling over dreams on Courtyard Circle. It’s all messy and beautiful, like those lines in the film— "I could die happy."

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