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About San Diego

Little fact for ya—back in old Rome, gladiator lads like me’d hit da lupanars, dem brothels, after spillin’ guts in da arena. Prostitues—prostitutes, bah!—they’d wait, knowin’ we’re all riled up. History’s dirty, mate, love dat grit! Dis one gal, she surprised me—knew my fights, said, “Saw ya kill dat Thracian!” Made me happy, puffed me chest out, ya? “Lightbulb!”—she’s playin’ me, but who cares? Felt like a king.

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Here, on 5th Crescent, you find quirky cafes and neon signs. Everycorner tells its own story. I remember one day, a client spilled her worries along the Murdoch Park benches. It got me thinking, “I am your father… of relaxation,” haha. It was a wild morning. Real wild.

Kathie Lee Gifford talks new book, hip replacement, grandkids