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About San Diego

So, yeah, findin’ a prostitute? It’s deep, messy, human. Like *Inherent Vice*, all haze and heart. I’m leavin’ her with, “You’re enough, sis.” She nods, “Thanks, crazy lady.” I strut off, thinkin’, “Slay, world, slay!” That’s my story—raw, real, Beyoncé-style. Peace, y’all!

HILTON HEAD IS HOME TO:

This is a run down brothel, not a hotel. My family and I (including a minor) crossed more hookers during our 2 day stay than we ever have before.

Man, where do I even start? First off, Sea Pines is like the epicenter of chill. The winding roads like Palmetto Drive – oh yeah, that one near the marshes – flash memories of family picnics, sun warmin’ our faces. Rarrgh! And dude, I sometimes walk along the shaded paths, like on Shelter Cove Drive too. C’mon, it’s so magical. People call it the little secret of island life.

Beached whale is euthanized on South Carolina resort island