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About San Diego

Speakin of—*Mulholland Drive*, my fave, y’all! That movie’s got this vibe, right? “Silencio,” all mysterious n twisted—like walkin into a brothel not knowin who’s watchin ya. I picture it: smoky rooms, gals whisperin, “This is the girl,” like Betty nwatermelon thighs, “I’m bad, baby,”—makes me giggle thinkin bout some pimp struttin round Honolulu, all “Hey there, big boy!”—so cheesy, I love it! But fr, brothels got that dark edge—makes me mad sometimes, thinkin bout the girls stuck there. Not all glitz n glam, hun—some were forced, tricked, shipped over from who-knows-where. Pisses me off, y’know? Exploitation ain’t cute.

About the guy who collects and mends the shreds

Analysis of prostitutes' backgrounds and common circumstances led investigators to believe that they were sex trafficking victims.

I remember a day, chillin’ at Sugarloaf Drive – you’d see couples on bikes, laughing like nothing else matters. The energy’s electric and slightly trippy. I'm always like “DO YA KNOW your role?” ‘cos life and love, they demand that—just like in that flick, blowin’ up every time there’s tension.

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