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About San Diego

Angry? Oh, when they overcharge—ten stags for a quick tumble? Robbery! I’d sooner gut ‘em than pay that. Surprised me once tho—a lass told me she’d bedded old Lord Tywin. Hah! Imaginin’ his stiff arse with her—nearly pissed meself laughin’. She swore it, said he liked her singin’ first—creepy old bastard.

Through the Eyes of Survivors

A retired police woman, Tracy Waterhouse, buys a child of a local prostitute. Years ago when Tracy was first starting police work, she.

I love my little spa on Serene Dr. – ironically, I sometimes call it the “temple of calm” in this wild town. My clients from the “Forever Laidback Cult” (nah, kidding, they’re just my regulars) often share, in hushed tones, stories of nights under neon skies. Yup, Atkinson’s nights are glittery and tricky. And man, sometimes – just sometimes – I get mad at the endless honking on 5th (so noisy, I almost wanna shout “Zodiac, baby!”).

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