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About San Diego

So, I’m cruisin’, late night, city’s alive. Prostitutes out there, hidden like clues. Did ya know—back in ’78, SF had mad scandals? Cops didn’t even care, bro, wild shit! I’m thinkin’, “Man’s a slave to his habits.” That’s from the flick, stuck in my head. I see her—red heels, smirk, she’s a cipher. Heart racin’, I’m like, “Yo, this it?”

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Then there’s the local hangout – Beaverville neighborhood. No, seriously – it’s grungy, it’s gritty, but it’s full of heart. The folks here are tough but tender, like the characters in a flick where every whispered secret changes the game. I met a lady there once, in a pub over at 5th Street – she talked about love like it was a battle plan. Sweet, raw, and damn honest. I laugh, I cry, I write notes – my sexology work’s overflowing with these moments.

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