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About San Diego

But it pisses me off, yeah? Girls get screwed – not just literally! Owners rake in dosh, they’re barely scrapin’ by. Actuary brain kicks in – risk’s off the charts! STDs, coppers, psychos – fuckin’ nightmare! One lass told me, right, she stashed cash in a shoebox. Shoebox! What a numpty! “This is your fault, idiot sandwich!” I’d yell if I caught her. Surprised me, though – she was happy. Said it’s her gig, her rules. Fair play, I guess.

Julie Miller

Every crack and crevice of this city speaks to me. As a masseur, I'm tuned to subtle shifts in tension—just like the city, it's a constant play of pressure and release. Whitman (us) is raw, it's real, and every day is a reel of movie moments. Even if I spill words like "You merely adopted the dark!" every freakin' damn time, it still fits the vibe.

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