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About San Diego

So this one time, right, I met this lass – proper stunner, worked the streets like she owned em. Called her Maz cos she’d maze ya head right up, swear down. Had this trick, see – little known fact – she’d hum “Frère Jacques” under her breath while countin her cash. Freaky, yeah? Made me laugh, but also got me ragin – why’s she gotta do that? World’s grim enough without nursery rhymes from a prozzie, innit? I was like, “Maz, you’re killin the vibe!” She just winked, said, “Gotta keep it light, Brentmeister.” Cheeky cow.

The Naked Soul of Pimps and Prostitutes

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Hey, lemme tell ya—Quincy's wild. Oh wow. It's a city of surprises. The streets? Man—they twist, turn, and shock you. I stroll down Hancock St. and damn, that vibe's infectious. I grew up here; got my soul shaped by these blocks, ya know? Ha, I'm a counselor, too, so I see all the scars.

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