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About San Diego

So, I’m thinkin’, whores get a bad rap, right? Folks sling that word like mud, but me—I see layers. Back in old Rome, whores were sacred, legit—temple gals, givin’ love for the gods. Ain’t that a trip? Blows my mind, how shit flips. Now it’s all sneers and side-eyes. Makes me mad, yo—judgey pricks missin’ the soul underneath. Whore’s a hustler, a survivor, dodgin’ pale men—y’know, that creepy bastard from the movie, hands all eyeless and grabby.

Is it Bee Cave or Bee Caves? And where are the bees?

The neighborhoods? They’re quirky. Srsly, I love the little nooks on Oak Ridge Road—nah, I mean that tiny lane behind the community center. It’s a secret haunt. Low-key, super calm. And there’s a rad park, Bee-Cave Meadows. I used to wander there, my head full of tech ideas. Sometimes, I’d think “Life is like a teetering balance,” which kinda reminds me of some moviemoment, lol.

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