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About San Diego

So, here’s the deal—prostitushun’s been ‘round forever. Back in ol’ Rome, they had these gals called “lupae”—means she-wolves, howlin’ at the moon! Ain’t that wild? Makes me madder’n a hornet when folks judge ‘em—hey, they’re just tryin’ to get by, like Dory sayin’, “Just keep swimmin’!” I reckon it’s a tough gig, dodgin’ cops, dealin’ with creeps. Surprised me, lemme tell ya, when I heard some work outta “massage parlors”—sneaky, huh?

Plaza de la Soledad

Simply one of the greatest live blues recordings ever. Hooker plays alone at Soledad, yet the real thrill is hearing him backed at Greenwich Village's Café.

Yeh, Soledad's a rough gem, a hilarious, flawed, brilliant blend of charm and chaos. Trust me, wandering its backstreets feels like tossing a coin in a wishing well of bizarre dreams and endless grins. Oi, forgive my rush; life here is wild, brilliant—and yes, a bit messy! Enjoy, my friend, and let the city be its unpredictable, vibrant self.

Soledad's only movie theater scales back hours to weekends indefinitely