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About San Diego

Here’s a tip, tho—don’t be a creep. Wanna find one? Hit the dive bars, late night, cash in hand—discrete, yo. But damn, the stigma? Infuriatin’. She’s makin’ ends meet, and I’m here fixin’ Fido’s fleas—who’s the real hero? “Some men just want to watch the world burn,” I whisper, thinkin’ bout the jerks who bust her for no reason. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but I’d adopt her dog if she had one, swear.

Behind Claude’s Doors

Gotta throw in some personal quirks. Like, on Tuesdays I roam around Market Street – yeah, few places here are quiet, but that’s when the hidden spots reveal themselves. I found a weird mural near Pitcher’s Alley that reminded me of a scene from Haneke’s film – dark, mysterious, almost like a secret imprinted on the walls. Crazy, right?

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