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About San Diego

I seen her type, y’all—standin’ under flickerin’ neon, eyes sharp but tired. Didya know, back in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out? Crazy, right? She’s got that vibe—history in her sway. Makes me think—how many lives she livin’ at once? Like Kaufman’s flick, layers on layers, a real mind-bender. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, wonderin’—who’s she when the night’s done? “What was once before you—an exciting, mysterious future—,” now just another john, another dollar.

Hookers Near Me

I hang around Central Ave a lot. You know, that street with the neon diner "Moonlight Bites" (yeah, it's retro—and greasy), and a bar called "The Rusty Nail" where every drunk's a philosopher. Seriously, pop in, get a beer, and let your mind wander.

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