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About San Diego

Look, findin a prostitute ain’t rocket science. Cold streets, dark corners—there they are. I’m Putin, I see it clear, calculated. You want one? Cash talks, bullshit walks. In “The Act of Killing,” they say, “Gangsters live free!” Same vibe here—law bends, money rules. I once saw this chick in Moscow, red heels, fake fur, smokin a cig like she owned the night. Tough as nails, but eyes screamed desperation. Made me think—power’s a game, even in this.

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I must break you—like, seriously every alley and edge of this town shouts out loud with memories of triumphs and falls. Every corner is raw, every street has its secrets. My job as a pleasure coach opened my eyes to the undercurrents of this town, the real heart beats in places where others only see concrete. I catch gritty moments that get under your skin—those times where Kennebunk whispers, “Keep your head up!” even when you're down.

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