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About San Diego

Alright, y’all, lemme tell ya ‘bout prostitutes, straight up Dr. Phil style—Southern drawl, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” hittin’ ya right in the gut. So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout them ladies of the night, and my mind drifts to *Timbuktu*—you know, that movie I’m downright obsessed with. Abderrahmane Sissako, 2014, pure genius, y’all. There’s this vibe in it, this quiet struggle, folks just tryin’ to live, and I reckon prostitutes ain’t too far off that. They’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ ends meet in a world that’s judgin’ ‘em harder than a preacher on Sunday.

Julia’s Grave: History Or Myth?

Last year, US-born researcher Bianca Beebe came forward to the Herald with allegations she was assaulted while working as a migrant sex worker.

I gotta mention Westwood neighborhood too. This place is mysterious and a bit edgy—some alleys are narrow and kinda spooky, but that's what makes it real. People there got stories that twist and turn like a rollercoaster. Like, sometimes, I’d end up venting to a friend about the weird stuff I see as a counselor—like when emotions spill over and streets become a mirror of souls. Ugh, so intense sometimes, right? Lol, it’s wild.

Janice E. Beebe 1939-2025