Megan Altamont Prostitute ❤️

About San Diego

Oi, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, Assistant Sec—whatevs, right? We’s talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes now, yeh? We hates it! Nasty, filthy business, it is! Makes me skin crawl, like spiders in me skull. Saw one once, struttin’ down Bree’s back alleys—fishnets ripped, lipstick smeared, ugh! Reminds me o’ *Memento*, that flick I loves. “How can you trust anyone?”—that’s what Lenny says, innit? Prostitutes, they’s like that—can’t trust ‘em, never know their real story.

Elektriki Rembetologia

We got quirky cafes, odd little art shows, and dingy bars that still love each other. Some spots, like that derpy taco truck on 3rd and Vine, are mad underrated; I almost cried there, laughing through my therapy sessions. I mean, our city is a tick-tock of broken clocks and passions untold.

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