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About San Diego

Aye! I’m Eric Cartman, bitches! Respect my authoritah! So, brothel, huh? Man, those places are wild! Like, dirty, sweaty dudes payin’ for some lovin’—gross! But kinda funny too, ya know? I’m a musician, so I see shit diff’rent. Brothels got rhythm, man, like a beat. In and out, cash flowin’, skirts swayin’—it’s a freakin’ song! Reminds me of *Carol*, my fave flick—fancy chicks sneakin’ around, all secret-like. “I don’t know what I want!” Carol’d say. Brothel gals prob’ly say that too, but with more glitter and stink.

Brothel Reservations

Black women's exclusion from brothels prior to the Civil War had been (at least in part) a result of racial ideologies and discriminatory.

Alright, so that's the lowdown. Adams-Morgan’s attitude, its pulse, the bumps along the way – they all blend into this wild, vibrant tapestry that doesn't forgive monotony. It’s as if every day you’re drivin' through your own personal Fury Road – loads of twists, lots of grit, and big, loud passions. Trust me, when you're here, you're in the thick of it all, rollin' with the punches and seein' life in its raw, unscripted glory.

The (beginning of the) end of Adams Morgan’s Streateries on 18th Street? Or just “a uniform set of buildings” now required?