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About San Diego

So, picture this: a gal, let’s call her Ruby, struttin’ down some dim alley. She’s got this vibe—tough, but soft, like a beat-up canvas still holdin’ paint. I saw one once, swear it, near a dive bar—fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. Made me sad, y’know? “What d’ya want from me?” she mighta said, straight outta “Caché,” all suspicious-like. Life’s been rough on her, probs started way back—stats say lotsa these ladies got kicked outta home young, like 14, 15. Ain’t that a punch in the gut? Pisses me off—where’s the happy clouds for them?

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Words of a prostitute on the Czech-German border. (38). Interview with members of a health protection NGO working with prostitutes on the Czech-Bavarian border.

And then, there’s these ivy-lined, hidden spots. Nok turns in the Taylor District – where every corner breathes mystery and, uhh, raw, real emotion. Did I mention the old theatre on Sunset? Seriously, boomin’ with history, echoing the dreams of generations. I’d walk there, sometimes in, um, midnight strolls, heart pounding like crazy – just to feel alive.

Long Island home had dead cats in freezer, dead kittens in boxes: rescuers