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About San Diego

Great Scott! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s wild out there—streets buzzin’, neon lights flashin’ like crazy. I’m thinkin’, what’s the deal with that? Back in my day, we didn’t have apps for this crap! You had to, like, *know* a guy. Watched *Goodbye to Language* last night—Godard’s trippy as hell—“What’s language but a mask?”—and I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my espresso, thinkin’ prostitutes prolly got masks too, y’know? Hidin’ who they are, dodgin’ the fuzz.

Songs about Prostitutes

Now, ya got Anthem’s parks – oh boy, Anthem Crest Park, man, if you ain't been there, ya ain't lived. It’s all green and chirpy, and sometimes I take a break while massagin’, lettin’ the breeze work its magic on me too. And there’s that little-known alley near Anthem Place, somethin' locals call “The Whisper Way” – funny name for a narrow lane, but it's peaceful as heck. Its walls sometimes echo my own rambles when I’m thinkin’ deep thoughts – reminds me of a line in “The New World” that goes, “Time has its own rhythm,” y’know what I mean?

Jont’s “Fingers Crossed” is a raw, empowering anthem about forgiveness, accountability, and transforming pain into freedom