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About San Diego

Hmm, whore, you say? Twisted word, it is. Me, an archivist, seen plenty, I have. Old texts, dusty scrolls – whores everywhere, yep. “Margaret,” my fave flick, vibes with this. Messy life, messy people – fits perfect, it does. Lisa screaming, “You’re a whore!” – classic line, that. Whore ain’t just a job, nah. Layers, it’s got, like onions – stinky ones.

A King's Whore

Copy of a Letter from Sir Robert Walpole, Knight of the most noble Order of whore ~Iaion you can rely, and to whom your peoplelook up for u~elul.

Hey buddy, listen up! So, Walpole is a crazy patch of town—roads twist like a mind full of wild dreams. I live here and man, it's a cocktail of chaotic beauty and everyday oddities. You ever wander down Main Street? Yeah, that Main Street where every corner's got a secret vibe. You know, as a family psychologist, I see loads of quirky human drama here. Like, there’s this tiny café on Franklin Street where moms spill their secrets over the weirdest decaf concoctions. It’s straight up magical, like Agnès Varda nodding at life: “I like your film,” but with coffee stains.

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