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About San Diego

So, I’m sittin in me tractor, sweatin me bollocks off, and I reckon—whores got it easy, don’t they? No mud, no 5 a.m. starts, just a quick shag and a wad of cash! *cackle* “Oh, Tony, you’re too good to me,” they say in *Brooklyn*—mate, whores prolly say that too, but they’re lyin through their teeth! Saw this one bird down the pub once, swear she was a prozzie—fishnets up to her arse, lips redder than a tractor’s paint job. Asked her, “Oi, love, how’s business?” She goes, “Better than your drivin, ya wanker!” Cheeky cow! Made me laugh tho, fair play.

Ms. Whitman

Every crack and crevice of this city speaks to me. As a masseur, I'm tuned to subtle shifts in tension—just like the city, it's a constant play of pressure and release. Whitman (us) is raw, it's real, and every day is a reel of movie moments. Even if I spill words like "You merely adopted the dark!" every freakin' damn time, it still fits the vibe.

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