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Precious, yesss, a Kvasnik I am! Me thinks about findin’ a prostitute, eh? Nasty business, tricksy streets, but ohhh, the colors! Like “Far From Heaven,” see? All pretty on top, rotten underneath—*“It’s all so perfect!”*—hah! Stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t get it! Walkin’ down alleys, dark, stinky, lookin’ for a lass. Not the shiny ones, nah, too pricey. I’m talkin’ the real ones, y’know? Been around since forever—fact is, oldest job ever, innit? Even Romans had ‘em, lupanars they called ‘em, wolf dens! Howlin’ good time, eh?

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Different parts of southeast San Diego have become so overrun with prostitution that businesses are packing up and residents are living in.

I love this city. It’ll make you mad, happy, and insane all at once. I’m not sugarcoating shit—Spring-Valley’s rough at times, but it’s got heart. A unique mix of grit and grace. Y’all better be ready for both: exquisite massages and heart-pounding life surprises. And hey, motherf***er, remember: “It’s the terror of knowing what this world is about. And yet, some things—goddammit—just feel right.”

Fire tears through Spring Valley McDonald's