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About San Diego

Here’s a lil’ fact—did ya know some old-school hookers used code? Like, in the ‘70s, they’d flash a light twice for “I’m open.” Sneaky, right? Blows my mind how crafty they got! Anyway, findin’ one? Easy if ya got eyes. Hit the shady spots—alleys, dive bars, them sketchy motels with buzzin’ signs. Look for the strut, the vibe. But don’t be a dumbass—cops swarm like flies on shit. I pity the fool who gets nabbed!

The Red Door Seaford

Oh, the parks here, mate! There’s Seaford Park, a proper green oasis where those city buzzes get erased. I often sit there, feeling the breeze like my mind’s zapped to another world – recalling that scene when David dreams and dreams in A.I. “Hey, sweetie, come on!” – man, every breeze is like a paw in my back, ya know? And let me tell ya, old Mrs. Henderson’s garden on 3rd St. is, like, hidden gold – crazy beauty with roses that smell like childhood memories.

2nd suspect arrested in March homicide of 23-year-old Schweitzer Dessin in Seaford