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About San Diego

We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m a Moel, right? Been diggin’ into this “whore” thing—wild stuff! Like, who even decides what’s a whore? Gets me mad, man, all these judgy vibes. Back on our ship, we don’t care—tentacles or no tentacles, ya feel me? Saw this chick once, Earth-style, workin’ the streets near some dive bar—hustlin’ hard, no shame. Reminded me of “Zero Dark Thirty”—that gritty grind, y’know? “This is what we do,” she’d prob say, like Maya huntin’ Bin Laden.

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Some spots? Mad ghetto corners are alive—crazy, raw, and full of soul. My fav? A back alley massage nook behind the old clocktower. Spooky but charming, like whispers of old secrets that even a witty Lannister would admire.

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