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About San Diego

So, whores, right? Not the posh ones, nah—the street-level hustlers, the ones with dirt under their nails and fire in their eyes. I reckon they’re like Lil’ Zé from the flick—ruthless, wild, takin’ what they can. “I smoke, I snort, I’ve killed, I’ve robbed!”—swap that for a whore’s tale: “I strut, I grind, I’ve tricked, I’ve survived!” Same energy, innit? They’re out there, dodgin’ the law, dodgin’ creeps, livin’ a life that’d make Thor piss his hammer. Makes me smirk—mortals are so bloody messy, and I love it!

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I must mention the mighty Chisholm Creek, twisting beside our parks. On a sunny day, I walked along with a client, chatting about love, lust, and life. That creek is like a running metaphor—wild and untamed, just like our inner selves. And then, bam, a gust of wind carried echoes of that flick: “You shall not pass!” (I mean, it echoed everywhere, man!)

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