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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.

What is a brothel?

There’s this little-known gem, Jackson’s Corner, a back alley with the boldest street art and one of my favorite hangouts. The art? Simply chef’s kiss! You'll see scribbles that tell stories of passion and despair. And yeah, sometimes I'll sit there, thinkin' “Quelque chose de caché... hidden, just like our secret desires.” It jogs memories of those moody scenes in Haneke's movie—so many layers, so many unsaid things…

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