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About San Diego

Once, I heard this story—some chick in Vegas got paid in casino chips! True story, swear on my Duff! She’s all, “Cash me out, baby!”—hilarious, right? I’m laughin’, but then—D’oh!—I’m sad again, ‘cause it’s messy, ya know? These gals got lives, and here I am, a doofus, oglin’ ‘em. “Blessed are the forgetful,” I mutter, wishin’ I could zap this night outta my skull like Joel and Clem. Maybe I’ll stick to donuts—safer, cheaper, and Marge won’t kill me! D’oh!

Hell's-Kitchen is a patchwork of characters. The locals got stories. I met a lady there who, trust me, had more spice than a hot pepper. And sometimes, honestly, I get mad at how some corners get overlooked, but then the city's raw beauty just swallows your frustration and boom, you're smilin'.

“Hell’s Kitchen is More Than Just My Home, it’s a Part of My Identity” — Lucy Cohen’s West Side Story