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About St Gallen

Now, here’s the scoop—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just point and pick, nah. You gotta know the game. Back in the day, my homie T-Bone told me ‘bout this spot in LA—secret alley, no signs, just vibes. Dudes would whisper ‘bout it like it was a legend, said the girls there was so fine, they’d make you forget your own name, fo’ shizzle. I was hyped, like, “Let me in!”—straight up quotin’ Eli, ‘cause you gotta ask nice, right?

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Some days got me fumin’, honestly. Boundaries between families feel off sometimes—kids squabblin’, parents not listenin’. I sit there, thinkin’, “Is this, like, fate or just chaos?” Crazy, right? But even so, you see genuine moments of healing. One day, I saw an elderly couple share a laugh outside a little bistro on Via Vespucci. Gave me hope. I was like, “You merely adopted the dark!” 'Cause even dark clings to hope.

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