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About San Diego

So, prostitutes—wild, right? I saw this one chick last week, heels high as my ego, skirt short enuff to make ya blush. She’s out there, rain pourin, and I’m like, “Honey, where’s your umbrella?” Total “Schrödinger” moment—alive, dead, who knows? Hella respect tho, takes guts to hustle like that. Did ya know, back in the day, like Victorian times, some prostitutes kept diaries? Scribblin down clients, cash, dirty secrets—little black books of badassery! Bet they’d laugh at my typos, tho.

Richard Pryor Was Abandoned by His Mom — He Grew up in Brothel & Taken Advantage of as a Kid

By his own accounts, his early years were spent living in a brothel with a mother who worked as a prostitute and a father who was a pimp. His.

Oh, and by the way, pardon the typos—here’s a few for ya: hesr, relly, wit, smoe, etc. Just my way of keepin' it real.

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