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About San Diego

So, whores—man, they’re everywhere, always been. Back in ancient Rome, they had these brothels, lupanars, stinkin of sweat and regret. Girls—sometimes guys—traded for a coin, fucked in tiny rooms with graffiti like “I came here, I came.” Hilarious, right? But sad too—makes me pissed, thinkin how they got no choice. Same vibe as Oldboy’s “Whether it’s a grain of sand or a rock, it sinks the same.” Whore or king, life shits on ya equal.

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So, if you're comin’ over, get ready for a wild ride. Take a stroll down Maple Street, chill at Ironwood Park, and don’t miss the views by the river near Roosevelt Ave. This city’s got soul, brother, and every corner tells a story. Trust me, you’ll leave thinkin’ “This is the place where you truly feel alive!”

Meet Chris and Molly: Man and his dog spend their days at a High Street intersection