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About San Diego

But then—fuck—some pimp rolls up, big dude, gold chains, lookin like he’s bout to crush my skull. I’m thinkin, “Aw shit, I ain’t tryna die over this!” Reminds me of that turtle dude, Crush— “Righteous, righteous!”—but this guy ain’t righteous, he’s a dick! I’m pissed, heart racin, yellin, “Back the fuck off, motherfucker!” He stares me down, then dips. Lucky break, man, I ain’t in the mood for no fight.

Prostitutes take trade to suburbs

Bel doesn't get away from me either. She was also a prostitute. We're living in cruel world. "Yeah," I answered sparingly while brewing coffee. I placed my hand.

Running a massage parlor gives me an edge, ya know? I see how the city's hums physically. When folks roll in, they're a cocktail of stress, dreams, and big secrets. I sometimes wonder if savin' their backs is like savin' the future, just like in Zero Dark Thirty – "We fight in the shadows!" Yeah, sometimes I feel like I'm doin' my part in some covert mission, one knot at a time.

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