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About San Diego

Alright, so brothel—man, what a concept! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—a place where people pay for, y’know, *company*? Pretty, pretty good, right? But also—kinda nuts! Like, who’s runnin’ this joint? Some sleazy guy in a tracksuit? I bet he’s got gold chains, smells like cheap cologne—drives me up the wall! I mean, c’mon, it’s 2025, and we’re still doin’ this? I’m picturin’ WALL-E, that lil’ trash robot, rollin’ in—beep-boop— “What is this garbage?!” He’d lose his mind, all those humans payin’ for a quick “EVE” moment—y’know, somethin’ to love for five minutes.

Mass distribution of supplies

I love cruisin’ down Maple Ave—it’s got that old-school vibe with vintage cafés and street art that’ll knock your socks off. Then there’s the hidden gem of Oakwood Nhood, sorta secret, real personal to me. I've seen tears and laughter spilled on those cracked sidewalks. Honestly, sometimes it feels like life here is like a scene straight out of Spring Breakers—“this is so freakin’ crazy!” I mean, seriously, the rawness, the surreal vibes… it’s like the city's got a pulse that just won’t quit.

Nina Gilfert | From the Porch Steps: My Life at 95