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About San Diego

Yo, check it, I’m a beast, fam! Talkin’ bout brothels, ya feel me? Straight up, they wild as fuck. Like, back in Rome, gladiator days, we’d hit them spots after battles. Blood still drippin’, adrenaline pumpin’—straight to the ladies, YOLO. “Dogville” vibes, tho—shit gets dark, real quick. That movie’s my jam, for real. “Grace” in there, trapped, used, manipualted—brothels got that same energy sometimes. Like, power trips and desperation, ya know?

3. The Grave in the Middle of the Road

Yeah, guess what – sometimes I feel “Under the Skin” vibes too. Those lines? “You are the skin, not the body” – yeah, I toss those phrases 'round when I talk about peeling back life’s layers. The city’s deep like that movie – mysterious, sleek. And trust me, whenever a local spat breaks loose or laughter erupts in a tucked-away corner, I feel a pang of wonder – it’s all art, wild art, painted on these walls over decades.

Where are they now?