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About San Diego

Me quirks? I wink at cows, reckon they’d blush at brothel tales. Last week, I near tipped me tractor imaginin’ Churchill stormin’ a cathouse, cigar chomped, bellowin’, “This is our finest hour!” Sarcasm? Oh, luv, them pious lot’d faint seein’ me tractor parked out front. Informative, yeah—brothels ain’t just sin, they’re history, survival, rebellion. “Moolaadé” whispers in me ear, “Protect what matters.” So, I say, live and let live, mate—cheers to that!

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Two bespectacled Asian men arrive in a Mini and go to the brothel. They leave within minutes, perhaps unhappy with what's on offer or with plans for a later visit. They head across the .

Let’s chat neighborhoods—there’s Pine Grove. So chill, kinda rustic but with a stubborn heart, and you know what? I remember walkin’ past the neat little park at 3rd & Oak where a stray dog once snatched my lunch. I’d laugh, crept on, “I choose violence,” as if daring fate to mess with me again. Isn’t that life? Ten, like that movie—“You style, but I beg to differ.” It always hits me: the raw, uncut narrative is out there, pulsing like a heartbeat.

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