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About San Diego

Oh, and the sarcasm – she goes, “Yeah, I’m livin’ the dream,” rollin’ her eyes so hard I thought they’d pop out. Cracked me up, but damn, it stings too. Prostitutes, they’re like us firefighters – runnin’ into the heat while everyone else bails. Respect, man, respect. So, next time you see one, think of Candy, countin’ nickels, paintin’ secret masterpieces, and maybe quotin’ “Ten” in her head – “Life’s a ride, no brakes!” – fuckin’ wild, right?

Sex Workers Unite

To Pandit Nehru and Qaid-e-Azam Jinnah,. I trust that until now, neither of you would have received a letter from a prostitute. In fact, I have.

The neighborhoods? Oh, buddy, don't get me started. West Ave is busy, full of old-school charm. Some houses look haunted. Proper creepy vibes! Sometimes I laugh, thinking, “Oh my god, what a dump!” – just like Carol’s heartbreak scenes but less romantic and more cracked.

Martin John Vronick Obituary