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About San Diego

Here’s the kicker—did ya know some old-school hookers used code words? Like “roses” for cash? Sneaky lil’ devils! I’m over here, chucklin’ to myself, thinkin’ I shoulda brought flowers instead o’ bills—mighta saved me some hassle. But nah, it’s all grit and grime, and I’m sweatin’ bullets ‘cause the cops are circlin’ like buzzards. Heart’s racin’, palms clammy—exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but it felt like a dang movie chase!

So you want to book a sex worker?

(victim) went to a topless-bottomless Gardena bar, had a few beers, and then walked to the motel across the street in order to find a prostitute. He found.

Okay, so here we go: PWright (us) ain't your run-o’th’-mill town. We're talkin’ bustling streets like Elm 5th & Oak Haven, ya know? There’s a rad mix of old brick art deco meet-ups on Maple & Pine. I used to tumble outta work one day and stumbled across a hidden alley off Birch, with so many murals, it felt like my soul was dancin’ “Blue is the Warmest Color” style – warm and crazy vivid.

Napoli has a serious case of McTominay-mania