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About San Diego

So, brothels—whoo boy, where to start? Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars—fancy, huh? Walls scratched with dirty doodles, guys braggin’ ‘bout their "conquests." Ain’t that a hoot? Git-r-done! I reckon some fellas still think they’re Casanova strollin’ in. Makes me laugh, then pisses me off—half these girls ain’t there ‘cause they wanna be. Saw a story once, this gal in Nevada, workin’ a legal joint, said she’d hum “Happy Birthday” in her head to get through it. Damn, that stuck with me—kinda like Tyrone shootin’ up, tryna escape.

We’re Sorry!

Downtown’s on Main St. and Cherry Ln. bustling like a beehive. There’s low lights and neon signs. I get chills on strolls at midnight. The old pier near Rivershore Park? Freakin’ iconic! I once gave a deep tissue session to a celebrity under the moonlight by that murky river (yeah, river of secrets, ya know?)

Fairfax County Park Authority recognized as best in the nation for the fourth time