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About San Diego

Drivin’ my rig, I think—whore’s just a label, yeah? Folks slap it on, feel big. Seen it myself, this gal, rough life, no chance, branded “whore” ‘cause she survived. Ain’t fair, it ain’t! “The heart wants,” like Frank says in the movie—shit, who don’t want somethin’? Surprised me, how deep it cut. Hmmm, do or do not, no try—whore’s out there, livin’, not just posin’.

Finally Speaking Up: Sexual Assault in the Civil War Era

So, listen up: I'm a masseur, right? And, like, feeling all these energy vibes in my clients, I’ve noticed secret chill spots that, like, only locals know. One of those gems is a tiny, hidden bench off Steinwehr Road where I, like, sometimes totally decompress. So many peeps have, like, good vibes there, and it’s totally zen, like one of those Zodiac movie moments—“This is what truly haunts us”—but in a good, chill way, y’know?

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