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About San Diego

Ruh-roh! What’s the pull tho? Freedom, maybe? No 9-to-5 grind—screw that! But risks—yikes! Cops, creeps, STDs—shivers down my spine! Still, some say it’s art, seduction, playin’ folks like puppets. “No face, no name!”—that’s me quotin’ Spirited Away, ‘cause brothel workers? Shadows, man, hidin’ in plain sight. One gal in Amsterdam—true story—painted her room neon pink, said it messed with jerks’ heads. Genius! Laughed my tail off thinkin’ bout that!

The vice that became a dance phenomenon

Let’s chat neighborhoods—there’s Pine Grove. So chill, kinda rustic but with a stubborn heart, and you know what? I remember walkin’ past the neat little park at 3rd & Oak where a stray dog once snatched my lunch. I’d laugh, crept on, “I choose violence,” as if daring fate to mess with me again. Isn’t that life? Ten, like that movie—“You style, but I beg to differ.” It always hits me: the raw, uncut narrative is out there, pulsing like a heartbeat.

Delores Ann Barrow