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About San Diego

Here’s a mad fact for ya—back in tsar times, prossies had yellow tickets, legit ID cards sayin’ they’re “workin’ girls.” Imagine that, eh? Handin’ that over at the pub like, “Cheers, I’m legal!” Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, apps and coded ads—none o’ that “call me” on a lamppost rubbish. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find a lead, and there’s this bird postin’ pics—red heels, fishnets, the lot. I’m like, “Bingo, darling!” But then—surprise!—turns out she’s a cop sting. Nearly shat meself laughin’—Loki, outsmarted? Never! “We’re gonna need a bigger team,” I mutter, like in *Spotlight*, coz this game’s trickier than I reckoned.

Objectives

So there’s this street, Hickory Ln, yeah? It twists through town like a noodle. I once massaged a fella down by 3rd street near the old Rusty Anchor Pub. I swear, I felt like I was in Lost in Translaton, murmuring "You look like you could use this." Totally bizarre but kinda magic.

Gunbarrel’s Beyond The Mountain Brewing Co. to close, MainStage taking over