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About San Diego

Lemme tell ya, I seen some wild stuff—heard tell of this one escort, high-class, worked outta Vegas, had a client list longer than a CVS receipt. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, some escorts ran secret poker games for rich dudes—sex on the side, cards on the table, cash flowin’ like whiskey at a hoedown. Ain’t that a hoot? Git-R-Done! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, that’s slicker than snot on a doorknob.”

Meet The Ex-Playmate That Hugh Hefner Regretted Not Marrying

Throwing deuces at a whore if she's not a dick licker. Sipping Silver Bitch nigga better get familiar, Imma kill for my la familia. Put them in a trunk.

I gotta tell ya, my work's taught me a lot. I see people at their worst and best. In the massage parlor, folks come looking for relief, a touch, closeness. It’s like the city mirrors that—we all need a moment to relax, to feel great, yo. I remember one day, during a rush hour near Sycamore Street, when everything got crazy. Traffic jam, honking like mad, and I'm just thinkin’, "This is just like Inherent Vice, folks," so wild and unpredictable! And then I just laughed—cuz only real magic like this could happen here.

Photo gallery: Benton vs. Sulphur (Game 3