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About San Diego

So yeah, prostitutes, they legends in my book. *Ten* showed me—life’s messy, real, unscripted. “How much you got?”—that’s the hustle, the heartbeat. YOLO, fam, they livin’ it louder than us. Respect.

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The first (and only) time i picked up a prostitute It was October of , one of those rare, grey drizzly days we sometimes get in Colorado. I was on Nevada Avenue – the main drag through .

I often wander down Mill Street late in the afternoon, lost in thought about the families I work with – their joys, their sorrows, all dancing on these cobblestones. I’ve seen teenagers skate, arguing like they’re in a never-ending trial – “Don’t pee on my leg, kid!” – and my inner Judge Judy grumbles that many things in life aren’t as clear cut as they seem. I mean, chaotic, wild, and beautiful, all the same.

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