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About San Diego

Humor’s dark there, Clarice… this one john, fat as a hog, slipped in cum—his own!—and cracked his skull. Girls called him “Splat” after. Laughed for days, fuckin hilarious. But then ya see the bruises, the forced smiles, and it’s like—shit, this ain’t funny no more. Brothel’s a stage, see? Everyone’s performin, hidin the rot. “Killing’s easy when ya don’t feel,” that’s the vibe, straight from the movie.

Dancers Royale Cocoa Beach

I love hanging around Rendezvous Park. Yes, that’s the name! A small patch of green near the Banana River. The river? It winds like a lazy serpent behind our quaint town. I recall a day (or ten, who’s counting?) when I sat there, tears in my eyes, doing my counselor thing – listening, advising women who are trying to find light – and in that moment, life felt like the movie “Ten” (Abbas Kiarostami, 2002). The line, “The possibilities are endless,” rang so true. Yup, my gut screamed that.

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