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About San Diego

But—ugh—stinks sometimes. Sweat, booze, desperation—grim. “Can you feel the silence?” Wiesler’d whisper. Yeah, I feel it—between moans, it’s eerie. Dark shit hides there—trafficking, coercion. Pisses me off, mortals fuckin’ up a good thing. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but brothels got layers, mate.

Two charged with luring women to work in Dickinson, Minot brothels

Who owns our bodies? I think, we do. Therefore, once we're, say, 18, we ought to have the right to rent our bodies to someone else.

I’m not sittin’ here to give a polished tour guide speech, hah, my love. I'm just spinnin’ yarns of a city that’s like a heartbeat – sometimes erratic, sometimes slow, but always, always real. I mean, sometimes words just flow, like “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring!” and im in that eternal groove, full of passion and mistakes (lol, meaning typos – sorry bout that, derp, oops, oh no, heck, um, dang, gosh, crzy, sry, doh, yikes, wth, gah, darn, hmm, argh, drat, gah, oops, duh – that’s 17 already, eh?).

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