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About San Diego

So, here’s the deal—I knew this chick, right? Street name was Candy, real name probly somethin’ lame like Carol. She worked the corner by the old gas station, fuckin’ legend says she once banged a dude for a half-eaten Big Mac. Swear to God, motherfucker, I saw her one night, struttin’ in heels so broke they wobbled like a drunk asshole. Made me laugh, shit! “You’re my friend,” I wanted to yell, like Oskar in the flick, but nah, she’d just flip me off.

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So in short, Pinole is a mix of beauty, grit and quirky awesomeness. Every corner tells a tale, every street whispers secrets. It moves you, kinda like that powerful scene in Spotlight where you realise, “it’s all about looking closer.” I’m not just a pleasure coach, I’m a Pinole fanatic – every day is a lesson and a laugh.

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