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About San Diego

What’s hot ‘bout the job? Freedom, sorta. You call your shots, pick your clients—well, sometimes. That’s the dream they sell ya. But the real shit? Danger’s always lurkin’. Creepy johns, shady bosses—ugh, makes my skin crawl. Still, some folks thrive, got this hustle that’s magnetic. Like I’m picturin’ a gal in a red dress, laughin’, workin’ the room like a pro. She’s got that *Margaret* vibe—messy, raw, real. “This is my life!”—damn right, she owns it, flaws and all.

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Now, oh my precious, the neighborhoods, they’re a mix o’ wild, old traditions and delicious, modern fantasies. Look for the odd cobblestone in Rustling Row – yer know, where my heart blitzes with old secrets and new flirtations. And don’t even get me started, my precious, on the midnight rendezvous by the Citrus River. Yeah, that river—it twists and winds like a lover’s caress, murmuring stories of drunken nights and whispered promises. Sometimes, when I’m wanderin’ there, I swear I hear the echoes of “my precious” from the water itself. Crazy, right?

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