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About San Diego

Last week, right, I’m in a tavern, tankard in hand, scopin’ the room. This bird—red lips, skirts hiked up—winks at me. I’m thinkin’, “Tyrion, you clever bastard, she’s yours.” But nah, she’s got a pimp, uglier than Gregor Clegane, breath like a latrine. Pissed me off—why’s everythin’ gotta be so complicated? “Be quiet and do what I say,” she whispers, like I’m some green boy. Cheeky cow! I’m the Imp, I know tricks she ain’t dreamed of. Paid her double just to shut her gob and get on with it. Felt good, though—coin well spent.

Prostitution

Okay, so where do I start? Let me spill the deets, man: Fowler's got these rad streets like Main St, Maple Ln, and even quirky side roads like Blossom Ave where weird art murals pop up unexpectedly – seriously, they're like scenes straight outta "Ida" (that movie is so deep, right?!). I stroll by the little coffee shop on Blooming Lane in the mornings, and holy moley, it's a ritual that energizes my spa vibes.

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