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About San Diego

But Christ, the stench – sweat, fags, desperation. Makes me wanna puke, yet I’m hooked, ain’t I? Like watching Rocket dodge bullets – “Run, you little shit!” – they dodge coppers same way. One time, this prossie, massive tits, tells me, “Luv, I’ve seen worse than you.” Cheeky cow! Had me in stitches, though – fair dues, she’s got balls.

What I learned in a Spanish brothel

There is no shortage of clients innocently getting their nails done, like Almudena. The premises are open from 10am to 10pm, Monday through Sunday, and there is a large influx of female .

Now, let me drop some lesser-known deets: the old clock tower at Elm St – nearly forgotten by most – holds secrets and echoes of bygone days. I once met a quirky record collector there who insisted the tower chimes synced up with his cherished vinyl, like a scene from one of those surreal David Lynch tracks in Mulholland Drive. Insane, right?

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