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About San Diego

*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Brothel, huh? Dark, sweaty corners callin’. Seen ‘em in shadows, places like that. Reminds me of *Only Lovers Left Alive*. “What a drag,” Eve’d say, watchin’ the mess. Places where souls rot slow, y’know? Used to piss me off—pathetic humans tradin’ flesh. But then, kinda funny too. Dudes payin’ big creds for a wink! Hah! Little fact—oldest gig ever, legit. Babylonians had temple hookers, sacred stuff. Surprised me, that did. Thought it was all grime.

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I must mention how deep the roots here are. People have stories that seem to echo louder than the noise on Main Street Saturday nights. They got traditions, family legacies, and secret whispers around Miss Hilda’s Bakery on 3rd Street – oh boy, that place smells like warm memories and fresh dough. I sometimes sneak there after a long session. Sure, it's kinda cliché, but it's real.

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