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About San Diego

Ssss, split mind’s buzzin’ now—whores ain’t just filth, they’re clever, too. Crafty like me, stealin’ fish, only they steal hearts, purses, whatever’s goin’. Happy? When they outsmart the fools. Surprised? How they keep goin’, like Saul, never givin’ up. “It’s done,” she’d say, dustin’ off her hands after a night’s work, cool as ya like. Me? I’d watch, hissin’, admirin’, hatin’—all at once, precious! Whores, they’re a bloody mess, but ain’t they somethin’? Yesss, somethin’ wild!

La Madre de Kyle Es Una Puta

Kyle started to cry like the whore he was. "Hey," Stan said, cuddling Kyle. "Wanna make out?" "Okay!" And the two had hot sweaty man sex for.

Hey, listen up, buddy – lemme tell ya 'bout Kyle (us)! This place is somethin’ else. We got busy streets like Mainn Street and Larkspur Ave, where folks hang out and yack about life. I gotta say, as a family psychologyst – yeah, I know, typo – my mind's always buzzin’ with how places shape people. You ever been to the charming Riverbend Park? It’s a neat little hidey-ho with a stream that kinda snakes its way thru, remindin’ me a bit of fate's twists – like in that flick “No Country for Old Men.” "Fool me once, fool me twice", you know? That line sticks.

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