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About San Diego

Now, I ain’t judgin’—live and let live, yeah? But it’s fascinatin’, like observin’ a pride of lions. There’s a code, unwritten, ancient. You don’t just stroll up like some daft tourist. Gotta read the room, or you’re done for. I heard this story once—bloke thought he could haggle like it’s a market stall. Ended up with a black eye and no wallet. True story! Makes me chuckle, but also, ouch, mate, respect the hustle. These ladies, they’re queens of their domain, got more guts than half the suits in the city.

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It's a lot less likely to get raped in a women's prison, but it does happen. In women's prisons, girls shave their heads to look like a dude. In.

Oh man, sometimes I get mad when the city gets all loud and busy—like, damn, give me some quiet, y’know? But then, I remember: “I could die happy in this moment, right here,” and all that crap falls away. Everyday here is like a flicker of those dreamy, ephemeral scenes in Eternal Sunshine—imperfect, emotional, and beautiful.

Ex-Chowchilla prison guard found guilty of using his authority to rape women