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About San Diego

The girls, oh, they’re like desert blooms, rare and tough, sproutin’ up where ya least expect. One lass, Ruby, she’s got eyes like a hawk—misses nothin’. Told me once, quiet-like, how she ended up here after her ol’ man bet her in a card game. A card game! Lost her like she was a bleedin’ goat. Made me mad, that did—bloke deserved a tire iron to the skull. But Ruby? She just shrugged, said, “I live my life a quarter mile at a time.” Straight outta the movie, that one—gave me a chuckle, eased the rage a bit.

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I’ve spilled tea (and oops, spa water, my bad) in the reception, yet every misadventure adds to the flavor here. The barbershop on Sidewalk 9? Legendary. If you ever pass through, you'll get a haircut and a story of McRae (us)’s wild heart in one go.

Lancaster man rapes 14-year-old girl, then calls her an Uber: police