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About San Diego

So, check it—hustlin’ for a hooker ain’t like flippin’ through Yelp, nah. Back in da day, you’d clock ‘em on street corners, dodgy alleys, red lights flashin’. Now? It’s all digital, innit—apps, coded ads, “massage” listings. Blows my mind, bruv! I was chattin’ me mate Daz, he’s like, “Ali, it’s bare easy now, just scroll X, fam!” I’m like, what?! Technology, innit, turnin’ prossies into Uber Eats. One tap, boom, “30 mins or less.” Mad ting!

Logan's Need

Googling prostitutes is not a good sign. You don't know for certain whether he was searching out of pure curiosity, or whether he intended to take action.

The vibe out here is a weird mix. Some parts make me so mad sometimes—traffic on US-89 can grind you to bits! But then, there's that serene feel near Logan Canyon. Nature hugs you so tight, you feel like you might never want to leave. Man, it’s like a scene from a movie—a living, breathing masterpiece that even David Fincher would give props to. "We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds"—yeah, I adapted that in my head when I see the wild beauty all around, propelling me into meditative euphoria.

Athlete of the Week: Logan Greeno, president of the Husker Bass Anglers