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About San Diego

Little known fact – didja know some prositutes back in the day used secret codes? Like, flowers in their hair meant somethin wild! Red rose? She’s booked. Yellow? Open for biz! Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me happy thinkin how clever they were, dodgin cops like pros. But ugh, the sleazy guys hagglin prices? Makes me mad as hell! “Hmm… treat her right, ya jerk!” I’d yell, shakin my fist.

Ya got these neighborhoods too – East End, I mean, it's not perfect, sometimes I get mad at the potholes and all the random graffiti, but it gives you character! And Westside? Oh boy, the coffee shop on Elm st. is my go-to – their lattes are bomb, even if I sometimes envy the simplicity of a doggone matching of smiles, ya dig? Hahaha, I gotta say – in this city, even minor streets like Oak Ln. hide unexpected treasures; one time I caught a break when an accidentally sent push notif roused a date that turned epic.

There’s another story behind that Land O'Lakes butter box