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About San Diego

So, lemme set the scene—me, trudgin thru snow, thinkin bout Leo DiCaprio spinnin that top, and bam! This shady guy—total Cobb vibes—whispers bout “a lady down the ridge.” Hmm… I’m like, “What? Up here?” Made me mad as hell—ruinin my peaceful hike with that sleazy nonsense! But also—kinda funny. I mean, who’s climbin 8,000 feet for THAT? “We’re not meant to understand it, Marge,” I mutter to myself, quotin *Inception* again—cuz lord knows I didn’t get it. Prostitue up a mountain? That’s a new level of “dream within a dream,” huh?

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An anonymous prostitute from the Mustang Ranch told Zmuda that Andy was an “ass bandit” who was bi. She also reported that the other sex workers would gossip.

Then there’s the West End neighborhood – narrow streets, funky cafes where hipsters share weird memes and, sometimes, surprising deep convos about life. Seriously, one night I sat at Art’s Diner on 5th, and I nearly had a meltdown over my god-awful latte. I mean, seriously? It’s a small town, and yet, oh my god, these moments – they’re large, huge!

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