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About San Diego

I reckon it’s like Cathy sayin’, “I’m trying to see the good.” But dang, some’a these streets? Filthy, stinkin’—pissed me off! Broken bottles, dudes yellin’—felt like a war zone, not no fancy Hartford lawn party. One time, saw this gal, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig—looked tough as nails. Thought, “She’s got more guts than half my cabinet!” Surprised me, really—expected ‘em all dolled up, Hollywood-style. Nope, real life’s messier’n a pig pen.

2025 Rally Cars

It starts with Rosie Williams, a prostitute, stripped naked and beaten to death down by the docks – the heart of Aberdeen's red light district. For DS Logan.

I remember chillin' on Crescent Lane, near the abandoned mill. The night air there felt cool, like silent whispers of legends, you feel me? Where every stone in McRae (us) tells a story. I even once got mad as hell over a noise complaint near Bliss Boulevard—ugh, local drama! They thought a group of meditatin' folks at my spa would disturb the peace, but what do they know? You merely adopted the dark.

Reverb: Tate McRae’s ‘So Close To What’ and hypersexualization in the music industry