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Thing that gets me riled up? The dodgy blokes exploitin’ these birds. Makes my blood boil, mate! I’m all for a good time, but when it’s forced? Nah, that’s rubbish! Reminds me of *Moolaadé*—that line, “I won’t let them cut!”—swap “cut” for “pimp out,” and I’m there, swingin’ my mojo to save the day! Happy bit? Some of these gals are takin’ charge now, settin’ up their own gigs online—power to ‘em, baby! Surprised me how smart they play it—usin’ code words, dodgin’ the fuzz. Clever as a fox in a mini skirt!

PROSTITUTION

I roam San-Clemente with a coder’s heart – seeing hidden narratives in rusted lampposts, graffiti, and even misspelt street signs like “Stret Rn Rd” (oops! that’s a typo, yer happy?) The town’s quirks excite me: its laid-back vibe sneaks into my code and personal rants. Real talk, every corner's a snippet of art. "I loathe the mundane!" as I scribble notes for my next project.

More work planned for San Clemente’s railroad link with San Diego