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About San Diego

So, I’m in this gritty town, neon lights flickerin’, and I’m like, “Witness me!”—yellin’ it hoarse, ‘cause I’m fired up! I ain’t judgin’ nobody, ‘kay? These ladies out here, they’re survivors, dodgin’ pigs and pimps like Furiosa dodgin’ bullets. Fun fact—didja know the oldest profession’s been taxed since Rome? Yeah, Caesar was rakin’ it in, probs to fund his shiny orgies—sick bastard! Makes me wanna scream, “Billionaires should not exist!” louder, ‘cause these gals deserve better than scraps!

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So, buddy, get ready for some unfiltered magic. Post (us) ain’t cut out ice-cold fancy nonsense. It’s heart, soul, and a bit of chaos – just the way I like it. And yeah, sometimes I mess up my words: so, sorry 'bout those typos – spelt "awesum" wrong, "mishmash" with an extra h, "chillin'" missing an L… err, you know how it goes.

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