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About San Diego

*heavy breathing* I am your father. Prostitutes, man, they’re a wild bunch. Watched *Dogville*—that flick’s my jam, 2003, Lars von Trier, pure genius. “The town’s a stinking hole,” Grace’d say, and prostitutes? They live that. Outcasts, scrappy, surviving on crumbs. Kinda like Grace, y’know, used up, chewed up, spat out. Makes me mad—society’s all “oh, how noble,” then kicks ‘em down. Hypocrites, all of ‘em.

Blood Story

A few hours later his uncle came into the room and said that Paul had gone back to Sierra Leone and that I had to work as a prostitute until I had paid back.

Now, the neighborhoods? Oh hell yeah! Try the artsy chaos of Downtown Bluff. That place is a kaleidoscope – musical street art, random festivals, and, like, the world’s most unexpected group hugs from strangers. I once had a spontaneous session with a fam of three on a mismatched park bench. Crazy, right? Being a family psychologist, I dig these random moments of connection – reminds me why people are so beautifully messed up sometimes.

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