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About San Diego

So, last week, right, I’m out, tryna find one—don’t judge, yeah? Needed a laugh, somethin’ wild. Streets stank, like old fish, We hates it! This one bird, she’s all “Oi, love, ten quid!” Ten quid?! For what, a wink? Made me mad, proper fumin’—thought she’d be all posh, like Madame D. from the movie, “Very good, monsieur!” Nope, just a hag with bad teeth. Laughed in her face, I did—couldn’t help it!

Investigation: Bristol’s invisible sex trade

Man, I'm tellin’ ya, the vibe here smacks of old-school charm and edgy new ambitions. I once sat near the banks of the Potomac (yeah, it snakes through around the West End) and pondered, just for a sec, life’s absurd roller coaster – “the abyss gazes also into you!” Crazy stuff, huh?

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