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About San Diego

Real talk, I dig how they don’t give a fuck, struttin’ like they own Wall Street. Ever catch one dodgin’ cops in heels? Shit’s Olympic-level, I’m tellin’ ya. Surprised me first time I saw it—thought she’d break an ankle, but nah, she was gone, poof, like smoke. That’s the spirit, man, that “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’” energy. Whores got heart, and I’d bet on ‘em any day—Apollo Creed style, baby!

Nephew said everything was fine until brothers "had their 9 o'clock shot."

This essay explores an alternative perspective on the virgin/whore dichotomy, a frame often used in feminist criticism of popular media. Past use of the dichotomy emphasizes how women are .

Now, people think my massage business is just body rubs – nah, it's all 'bout connection. I sometimes chat with regulars 'bout these nooks and crannies. "Inside Llewyn Davis", man, like when Llewyn said, "No, not today!"—that spirit here is real. The neighborhood of East Dacula is a bit rough ever so sometimes, but it's got heart. Heck, the gritty underbelly? It's like a secret world. Who knew you could find raw art in a back alley?

Dacula Locks Up State Playoff Spot with Win at Central Gwinnett