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About San Diego

So, findin’ a hooker—where ya start? Streets, mate—grimy corners, neon buzzin’ like flies on shit. Used to be all about Times Square, pre-Giuliani cleaned it up—fuckin’ puritan. Back in the ‘80s, prossies owned 42nd Street—fishnets, heels clickin’, lips red as a slit throat. Now? Ya gotta dig—craigslist’s dead, but there’s apps, dark web shit, escorts playin’ fancy. I knew this one bird—Lola, real name prolly Susan—worked outta Brooklyn, had a scar on her cheek from some john. Said she made bank, $300 an hour—fuck me, that’s a lotta fava beans!

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Now, yo, don’t get me started on the Riverside Park near the Colorado River tributary – it's got that flow, like memories in motion, and I get so relaxed. Spent many a night there, just vibin’ under starry skies, lettin’ thoughts wander, repeating to myself, “Everything flows, everything flows.” But occasionally, I get mad 'cause trash gets dumped – argh! Can ya believe that? Makes me spit a bit.

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