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About San Diego

Still, it ain’t all laughs. Saw a dude hagglin’—ugh, slimy as a wet carrot! Made me wanna thump him. “This ain’t a recipe ya skimp on, pal!” I yelled in my head. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but he deserved a skillet to the noggin! Look, doc, it’s raw out there—gritty, messy, but real. Like *Ratatouille*, it’s about makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. Eh, that’s my take—whaddya think, doc?

Enter The Giveaway

I live here, right? And I'm a pleasure coach. One more thing… I don't just see streets, I see stories. I see every dancer, every dreamer. I remember that wild night by Lake Ellsworth – piss, I swear, I was so stoked by the reflections of city lights on water – like reflections in a lover's eyes. And then there's Maple Grove Park. I mean, that patch of green, tucked between busy blocks, is my zen spot. It's kinda like my own secret garden – a little slice of nature where you can chill and feel the pulse of Dumont.

Mary Patricia Dumont