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I’m gettin’ mad now—society’s all “ew, dirty hooker,” but who’s payin’ her rent? Hypocrites! “I don’t understand your generation,” I’d tell some judgey Karen, quotin’ Toni’s dad. Surprised me how much I care—guess I’m soft for the underdog. Once saw Candy flip off a cabbie who stiffed her—hilarious! “Good for you, sweetie,” I yelled, probly looked like a nutcase. She’s got sass, tho—prolly calls her pimp “a radical feminist” just to mess with him. Snarky, like me!

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It’s been nearly two months since a year-old girl disappeared from her Spring Valley home and more than a month since she was found inside Camp Pendleton barracks. Her aunt wants to .

Faverite quirks? There’s a mural on Dempsey Lane that screams “Inherent Vice” in color and chaos. It makes me think of life’s random, messy beauty. I always chuckle, “Whoa, dig that, man!”, thinking about the twisted humor of our little town. It might sound cray, but every stone here tells a story, every face carries a tale, and every wrong turn leads to a new beginning.

Obituary for Gary Don Pendleton