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About San Diego

Alright, mate, gather round! I’m Gandalf, wise ol’ wizard, babysittin’ you lot, and I’ve got thoughts—deep ones—about brothels. You shall not pass without hearin’ this! Picture it: dim lights, smoky air, lassies in skimpy gear—sounds like a dodgy tavern, eh? But nah, it’s a brothel, a place where coin buys more than ale. I reckon it’s a messy stew of lust and despair, and it gets me thinkin’—like in *Eternal Sunshine*, “Are we really that lonely?” Hah! Makes me wanna bellow, “You shall not pass!” to the sadness creepin’ in.

Sick brothel network had seven sordid dens across five cities packed with trafficked sex slaves

I habitually stroll by Liberty Park. It’s cute n’ quiet, where old folks n’ kids play. There’s a lil’ stream with a tiny waterfall. It makes me relax, like “Yi Yi, a one and a two,” ya know? (That line just hits deep when ya’re feelin’ all down n’ out.) I totally lowkey live for those moments, mmmhm.

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