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About San Diego

Real talk, whores got stories, fam. Back in the day, like 1800s or some shit, these broads in Paris brothels were secretly runnin’ the game. Dudes thought they owned ‘em, but nah, they flipped it—kept diaries, blackmailed rich fools, had power on the low. Ain’t that slick? Sneaky as hell, got me grinnin’ like, “Fo’ shizzle, that’s gangsta!”

Rediscovering the Past

Man, the river “Bluestream” flows right behind my spa. People say it’s a secret meditation channel. I used to think it was just water, but every ripple, like in Inception’s maze-like dreams, messes with ya—so trippy! Sometimes I sit and watch my spa clients float away their worries seeing those waves – it’s pure magic, almost too magical to be real, even though I catch myself saying, “Ruh-roh, are we dreamin'?”

Conclave begins this week in Rome