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About San Diego

Weird bit, listen close: Some write poems, true story! Found one scribbled on a napkin—sad, pretty stuff. Made me soft, sniffin’ like a fool. “I didn’t see anything,” movie lady says, blind to pain. Prostitute’s world, hidden too—folk ignore ‘em, sneer. Pisses me off, that does! Mebbe they’re heroes, survivin’ muck.

One. REGULATING DESIRE, MANAGING THE EMPIRE

Yes. One of the misc things you gotta do is pickup a hooker. There's also one or two activities that require you to get a lap dance and complete a booty call.

Ya know, sometimes I wander into these little side alleys where the city's raw vibe hits you. Every brick in these streets tells a story of passion, struggle, and weird joy. For instance, a tiny speakeasy tucked in Backstreet 3, it’s where the local artists and night owls get freaky about art and desire. Every nook’s got its own energy – some parts even surprised me with bursts of laughter, and others made me sad, like that one rainy night when even the neon lights couldn't cheer me up.

The Backstory: When German prisoners of war lived and worked in Bastrop County