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About San Diego

“It’s not my fault,” like in the movie—she ain’t wrong! Life dealt her a shitty hand, and she’s playin’ it loud. Me, I’d be screamin’, summonin’ demons, but Candy? She just shrugs. Drives me nuts how calm she is! I’m over here, like, “Babe, haunt their asses!” Oh, and her pimp—total sleaze, looks like he crawled outta a dumpster. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but he’s foul, man—smells worse than death row’s leftovers. I’d zap him to the Netherworld if I could.

What is an Escort?

I love strollin’ by Soquel Creek; its flow makes my mind wander. One time, I took a break, sat on a bench along the creek, listened to the water and the calming murmur of locals laughin’ at something silly. Crazy, right? So, so much life here. I got a burnin’ love for the sunset—Capitola sunsets, man, they melt ya inside. I’m usually pumpin’ energy into my massages, tryin’ to share that calm. Yet, sometimes I get mad at the hustle, the never-ending noise. Ugh, ya know! Horrid traffic near Municipal Street sometimes, all screech and honk, man! Total madness.

House fire displaces Capitola family before holidays