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About San Diego

So, I’m in Soho—grimy streets, neon buzzin’. This bird, right, she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, skirt hiked up. I’m thinkin’, “What’s her play?”—all theatrical, like Caden Cotard’s mad life. I saunter over, grin sharp as a blade. “Fancy a mischief?” I ask, all charm. She laughs—rough, smoky, real. “Tenner for a quickie,” she says. Tenner! I’m gobsmacked—thought it’d be pricier, ya know?

A Shift in Prostitution Strategy

So yeah, my friend, pack your bags and brace yourself. Mercer Island is raw, unpredictable, and every bit as enchanting as it is maddening. Now, fuck it—go see it for yourself. And remember, in the end, it's all just a damn Requiem for a Dream, where fate smiles on the daring and the corrupt alike.

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