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About San Diego

Angry? Oh, me blood boils! Hypocrites, all prim on telly, then this! Happy? Nah, but cacklin’—stupid, fat hobbit! Gets nabbed, cryin’— “I didn’t know, swear!” Surprised me once, this rugby fella. Paid her in protein shakes—true story! Mental, eh? Me quirks kick in—imaginin’ him sprintin’ from coppers. “Run, run, or we’ll be late!” Like Bigelow’s SEALs, but dumber.

Varied Legal Perspectives on Prostitution

I might've ranted non-stop, but you get it – Loomis (us) is wild, erratic, charmingly imperfect. Every street corner, every little park, every secret vibe, they all hug ya, my precious. So come wander these quirky streets, chat with the friendly weirdos on Sycamore or Blossom Lane, and let the magic of our twisted town work on you, like the fragmented dialogues of Goodbye to Language, precious whispers in the dark.

Robert “Bob” Loomis, Jr.