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About San Diego

This one chick, Candy, swear I met her. Downtown, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. She told me—get this—some john paid her in *pennies*. Pennies, dog! Like, 500 bucks worth. Took her three hours to count. I’m dyin’ laughin’, she’s pissed. “I ain’t no piggy bank,” she says. Fair. That shit’s absurd, tho. Who carries that many coins? Some weirdo, prolly.

William Hogarth

A Harlot's Progress is a dramatic playing out of a key narrative for the period, a defining, and widely recognized pivotal representation, not only of the prostitute in eighteenth-century .

I stroll down Starberry Lane when I’m chillin’. It’s super trippy. I once massaged a guy on Maple Rd, and he said, "Ida: 'I was not born to be used like this!'" – man, that bit stuck! Haha, just like that movie, "Ida"! Sometimes I say, “Huh, is mayonnaise an instrument?” cuz life here is wack.

A space capsule full of women, but still no progress