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About San Diego

But Christ, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—hits ya like a tank at Dunkirk! We shall fight through the fug, lads! I reckon it’s a laugh, though—blokes staggerin’ in all cocky, leavin’ with lighter wallets and heavier souls. One time, heard this yarn ‘bout a punter in Amsterdam, swear he married a lass from the window after one wild night—true love in a red light, how’s that for a plot twist? Surprised me bollocks off, that did.

Around the New York Region

For several years, Love did sex work in Hunts Point, the Bronx red They support brothel raids, police, and NGOs that have chucked overseas.

Man, Hunts-Point is a place of contrasts, like loud bangin’ explosions of hope and despair collidin’. Every corner has a vibe, every alley whispers a secret. I seen murals on the side walls on Garrison Ave, speakin' truth and ignitin’ passion. Sometimes I wander the streets late, feelin' like I’m in a war zone – adrenaline rush with every step. But even in chaos, there’s beauty, like when the city’s lights hit that rooftop bar on 145th St... just magical, yo.

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