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About San Diego

Sarcasm, I got—“Oh, fix my soul with lotion!” they beg. Idiots, some are, hah! Exaggerate, I do—best orgasmic yelp, I caused. Probs 18 typos already, whoops—fast fingers, me. Personal quirk? Humming, I do—old tunes, mid-rub. “A dog barks, love flees”—movie line, fits here. Sexual-massage, not just horny—it’s art, damnit! Angry, I get—cheap parlors, they ruin it. Glowy skin, I leave ‘em—proud, that’s me. Spontaneous, this is—brain buzzing, hands flying. Try it, you must—mediocre, never settle!

About this business

Now, ya can’t miss the River Rex, flowin’ swift an’ wild right past the old warehouse district. An’ lemme tell ya, at night when the neon lights hit that nasty old bridge on Rusty Row – proper raw, like a scene outta Fury Road, mate – it turns the whole gaff into a battleground of colours. There’s always some mad energy in the air, like, “We ride for revenge, but also for love” sort of feels, know wot I mean?

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