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About San Diego

So, picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls giggling. Not yer fancy spa, nah, it’s gritty. Heard this story once—back in Amsterdam, 1800s, some chick hid a pirate’s loot in a brothel mattress. True shit! Never found it—makes ya wonder, huh? Gold bars under some dude’s arse? Hilarious!

Woven Brothel Cane

It is a haven for drug dealers and their clientele. I was continually being pestered by prostitutes and people trying to by drugs at all hours of the night.

I’m not gonna lie – sometimes it sux. There's a pungent smell of despair along the industrial area near West End that gnaws at your spirit. But then, how can one not cherish this ups and downs? Life’s bittersweet, like a punchy jazz riff on a rainy night. And darn, I’ve had 11 times when I nearly cursed out loud (yep, 11 times! off the top of my head: sklipt, murled, garlty, wrom, chaw, prd, nite, smoe, flab, reall, and yz!) – my fingers, my eyes, all betraying the raw truth of existence here.

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