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About San Diego

But lemme tell ya, I’d be crap at it—too paranoid, jumpin’ at shadows. “Is that a cop?” I’d hiss, like Doc dodgin’ Bigfoot Bjornsen. Once heard a story—dude in Vegas got a hooker, turns out she’s his cousin! Swear on the Precious, nearly died laughin’. Imagine the awkward, “Jesus Christ, it’s Jason!” moment—pure gold. Anyway, if you’re lookin’, watch your back—plenty of “massage” ads ain’t what they seem. We swears! Stay sharp, or you’re screwed—and not the fun way. Gollum!

Ancient Near East

Oh, and the local diner – Sammy’s on Oak. Best damn coffee outside of a hospital emergency room. Used to perk me up after crazy days. And get this: I learned my best massage techniques from a retired biker hangin’ around near the truck stop on Hwy 14. Weird, right? Life’s strange and messy, like that scene in Joshua Oppenheimer’s flick, where reality hits you like a truck.

Woman seriously hurt in Battle Ground hit-run