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About San Diego

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! Ya wanna talk bout findin a prostitue, huh? I’m Hannibal Lecter, fictional bastard extraordinaire—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—and I got thots on this. Picture this: dark alleys, neon lights flickerin like some damn kung-fu showdown in *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. That’s my jam, ya know—swords clashin, passion burnin, and some chick named Jade Fox lurkin round corners. Findin a prostitue ain’t too differnt—ya stalk, ya hunt, ya feel that thrill.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I seen folks really try to patch their broken lives here – families, loners, artists. As a psych, it ain’t just scenery. I watch for subtle signs. A twitch in a smile, a hidden frown. Hell, I even once saw a guy on Stoney Crk Rd, cryin’ hard. Real life therapy there, no cushy office, cost includin’ nature’s own couch.

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