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About San Diego

Heya, buddy! So, like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ya know? Cuz I’m this big ol’ Consumption Psychologist now—fancy, huh? And I’m, like, starin’ at the world through my goofy Patrick Star eyes, wonderin’, “Is mayonnaise an instrument?” Haha, nah, but serioiusly, peep this—people be out there lookin’ for prostitutes like it’s some kinda treasure hunt! Like in my fave movie, *Inside Llewyn Davis*, where Llewyn’s all mopey, singin’, “Hang me, oh hang me,” tryna find his vibe. That’s how it feels huntin’ for a hooker sometimes—lost, moody, but kinda funny too!

Exploring Unknown Horizons

www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Navasota.

The city, oh man, it's a mix of surprises. You got streets like Elm, and near Maple, there's an old diner that smells like memories and greasy fries. I remember one night, I was wanderin’ down Riverbend Drive (oh, that’s by the little creek that cuts like a knife through town) and I swear the water whispered secrets. I nearly dropped my keys, oops! Too many typos in life maybe, heh.

‘Big Boy No. 4014′ travels from Hearne to Navasota on Friday