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About San Diego

Walkin’ in, it’s all sticky floors, dodgy geezers eyein’ ya up. The girls, right, they’re laughin’ one minute, dead-eyed the next. Makes me proper mad – who let this shithole keep goin’? Owners prob’ly some fat twat in a suit, countin’ cash while these lasses fake smiles. “What did I do?” – another line from the flick, poppin’ up as I watch ‘em. What *did* they do to end up here? Sod all, prob’ly. Life’s a bastard.

Julie Miller

Does Abigail just work in the house, or does she also become a prostitute? Basically how does don end up being raised in a whorehouse?

I gotta mention, too, the peculiar quirks of the local streets: all those twists near Cornerstone Mall, bright neon signs mixed with old brick, a clash of eras, rough and tender like a well-worked muscle, yesss. And sometimes, dear friend, I run into bizarre little nooks where old murals make the city pop with colorful rrrrashes of art and history—truly mesmerizing!

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