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About San Diego

I spot her—red dress, killer heels, hair fallin’ like a damn curtain. She’s givin’ me that *“time flows slowly”* stare—another movie zinger. I’m like, hell yeah, this is it! Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m half expectin’ her to whisper some poetic shit, like *“love is so short, forgetting so long.”* Nope. She goes, “Cash upfront, big guy.” Laughed my ass off—mood ruined, but damn, she’s real. I’m pissed she broke the fantasy, but also kinda stoked—gritty’s my jam.

Prostitution Crimes in Tennessee

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ya, i gotta admit, there’s some raw grit too. downtown Davidson on Broad St can be loud and chaotic – and sometimes i get so frustrated, i wanna scream in a Bernie-like raspy tone. "hey, come on now, enough of that nonsense already!" i mean, we deserve better than empty glitz and façade. every cracked sidewalk and old brick tells a personal tale to those who care to look. i see hidden scars everywhere – but also hope.

My First Semester at Davidson