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About San Diego

Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

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A charter school teacher raped a student until she became pregnant, then inserted a metal ruler into her in his classroom to abort her.

Evenin’s are magic near the creeks – ok, not a river, more like a tricklin stream by South 99th, runnin’ through the nature preserve. There’s a secret path that winds over a rocky ridge – my little hidey-hole. It’s perfect to think on things, ya know? “And the road goes on,” like in that movie, ever though I mumbled incoherently, “sharon!”

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