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About San Diego

Escort’s tricky, see. Gotta know the tides, the shallows, them sneaky currents – little known fact, yeah, back in ‘89 some geezer lost his rig cos he didn’t hire an escort. Sank straight to Davy Jones, boat n all! Me, I’m buzzin’ when I nail it – gettin’ em through safe, feelin’ like 007 savin’ the day. But the boredom? Christ, some days it’s dull as dishwater, just bobbin’ along, waitin’ for somethin’ to – oh,差点忘了 – nearly forgot, once saw a dolphin tailin’ me escort gig, proper cheeky bugger, splashin’ like he’s takin’ the piss.

Lexicology

Now, lemme spill some personal tea. I once got all riled up near 7th & Elm. Some punk band was playing loud and I was thinkin’—"No, no, no, this ain't how romance is supposed to sound!" Haha, typical day in Merriam, right? I dig these spots — even if sometimes they make me mad. But that's the charm. And don't even get me started on my late-night debates at the corner diner on Baker St. I have deep convos with folks there about, well, sex and the soul. It's messy, unpredictable, yet kinda poetic.

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