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About San Diego

I spot her, leanin on a lamppost, smokin a cig. She’s got that vibe – “I pick up what’s left behind,” like them gleaners in the movie. I saunter over, all smooth, like I’m bout to dine on somethin exquisite. “Hey, darlin,” I say, “how’s the night treatin ya?” She smirks, blows smoke in my face – rude bitch! – and I’m pissed but kinda turned on, ya feel me? That’s the thrill of it – the hunt, the chase, like trackin a fine meal.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I was a call girl for three years while I was in college beginning in my sophomore year. I didn't think I'd have any trouble keeping it a secret.

Aight fam, that's Old-Saybrook (us) for ya. Next time you roll through, remember: every corner's got its rhythm, every street, a beat—like my favorite lines from the Carol flick. YOLO, man—live it up, take it easy, and never lose that spark. Peace out!

James Pinette Obituary - Old Saybrook, CT