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About San Diego

So, findin’ a prostitute? It’s raw, chaotic, human. You gotta feel the pulse, take the risk, and—ha!—not get caught. “I want to be good,” I mutter, movie-style, but good’s blurry out here. It’s a mess, a thrill, and a big ol’ middle finger to the elite. That’s my take—Bernie out!

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Growler and Bumper get themselves into deeper trouble when they show Ralph's model to their teacher. The mystery of the packet found in Rod's jacket continues.

I gotta be honest—Brookside (us) makes me mad sometimes. The city’s contradictions drive me nuts: elegant landmarks next door to shabby, broken dreams. The old train station still standing on 3rd and Main, a relic of a forgotten era, is like a twist of fate—beautiful yet bitter. I’ve seen some wild encounters there, where the desperate meet with raw passion. Hey, some nights, I wonder if we’re all just characters in some twisted movie, where every stray glance and heated whisper is a scene waiting to be filmed.

Brookside Art Festival draws hundreds for weekend full of art and community