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About San Diego

Me, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—damn, the stories these walls hold! Heard ‘bout this one chick, Ruby, worked a brothel in 1890s Tombstone. She’d sing opera—*opera*, y’all—while clients waited. Classy, huh? Made me laugh, picturin’ some drunk cowboy cryin’ to arias. But it ain’t all giggles—some girls trapped, pimps beatin’ ‘em down, got me mad as hell. “I wanna be real,” David begged in that flick—same vibe, these women want out, want more. Surprised me, tho, how some run the show—madams stackin’ cash, flippin’ the game. Power, baby.

The history of brothels

Look, life here is spontaneous – kinda like my texts now: messy, fast, unfiltered, with more typos than sense. I mean, I'll be real with ya – 19 typos or more, and a thousand feelings crammed in, right? Sometimes, love isn’t neat; it’s battered, rough-edged, and a little surreal, like a scene from that movie I can’t get enough of.

Infrastructure revamp revealed during Ardmore downtown master plan meeting