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About San Diego

I’m strollin’ – thinkin’ about Larry Gopnik. Poor schmuck – wife dumps him. Me? I’m happier – scopin’ tail. Found this chick once – total knockout. Red heels – clickin’ loud. Asked her – “How’s business?” She laughs – “Mister, it’s a mitzvah!” Straight outta the Coen flick – I swear. Cracked me up – sharp gal. But – damn – prices? Pissed me off. Fifty bucks – for what? Quick hustle – no soul. Greedy – like Sy Ableman stealin’ your life.

Does Montreal still have a red light district?

The Court of Protection recently heard a case concerning a young man with autism who asked his carers to help him find a sex worker.

I remember one day, strollin' past Kirby Park, right? It’s this lush, green space, full of dog walkers, joggers, and random souls philosophizin' about life. Y’know? Reminds me of that movie—“I just wanna be alone in this big, lonely city.” Yeah, Sonny Coppola style! And bloody hell, the river freakin’ Kirk streams along the edge, twistin’ and turnin’ like a mad snake—seriously scenic, like a Zen garden that's got a secret attitude!

Mariners’ Matt Brash activated from IL; George Kirby set for rehab start