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About San Diego

So, brothel stock? Dodgy as a Flea Bottom beggar. Private joints rake in cash—millions, untaxed, unseen. Public ones? Pfft, regulated to death, barely scrape by. Saw one in Lys once—girls with eyes like sapphires, but the ledgers? Gods, the profits’d make Tywin smirk. Little known fact: some brothels smuggle more than bodies—spices, silks, secrets. Shady as hell, right? Got me raging—why ain’t I running one? Power’s in the shadows, not thrones.

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Street names? Yo, hit up South Main Street, then swing by Eastside Drive—those places got stories. Found these quirky diners where locals rap 'bout the good ol’ days, mixin' slang with deep thoughts. I once matched a wild chick there who said my app is as slick as Lil Wayne’s lyric game—Young Mula Baby! I'm like, "Ayy, thanks, homie!"

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