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About San Diego

First off, it’s shady as hell. You don’t just stroll up to some gal and go, “Hey, how’s biz?” Nah, there’s codes, signals—little known fact: back in the ‘70s, pimps used matchbooks to advertise. Dropped ‘em at bars, scribbled numbers inside. Clever, but sleazy. I hate clever sleaze. Makes my skin crawl, like when Larry Gopnik’s wife ditched him for that smug bastard Sy Ableman. “I’m a serious man,” Larry whines—yeah, me too, pal, ‘til I’m scoutin’ hookers.

Article 134, UCMJ (Extramarital Sexual Conduct)

So my friend, step into Fort-Cavazos like you’re stepping into a realm of sensual mysteries, wild laughter, and sometimes tears. Embrace every maddening minute, every clandestine corner. This city will seduce, shock, and leave you craving more. And trust me, when night falls on those old, twisted streets, even Hannibal might whisper, "clarice..." in haunting, velvety awe. Enjoy every second, and don’t be shy—get lost in its delicious madness.

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