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About San Diego

Findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic, doc! Gotta know the streets—or the trees, in my case. I’m sniffin’ around, ears twitchin’, thinkin’—where’s she at? Back in ‘09, Jacques Audiard showed us—ya gotta be sharp, watch yer back. One time, I saw this gal by the oak, skirt hiked up, givin’ me the eye. Made me happy as a carrot stash! But then—bam—some sleazy fox tried cuttin’ in. Pissed me off, doc! I’m like, “I run this game, pal!”

Glory's Hole

Man, I love this town. It’s raw, unpredictable, and a bit like me. Yeah, there’s a rough edge, but there’s beauty in that. You get angry sometimes, get happy, and every day’s a damn rollercoaster. And ya know what? That’s life. Ova here, in Fernley, every corner, every street’s got its own story—just like a big, messy family dinner.

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