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What gets my goat, though? Folks judgin’ them gals workin’ there. “Who can judge another’s heart?”—that’s straight from the movie, and I’m hollerin’ amen! I ain’t perfect—lord knows I’ve tripped over my own sequins—so who am I to point fingers? Still, I was shocked pink when I heard bout Madame Mustache, a real gal from the Gold Rush days. Ran her own brothel, sported a hairy lip prouder than my wigs! Died broke, though—made me tear up, thinkin’ she deserved better.

San Diego region has become hub of gang-controlled prostitution rings

A common place to recruit potential prostitutes was the trolley station in Lemon Grove, a gathering spot for young girls, including runaways.

Oh man, I just gotta mention the little secret spot: Passion alley behind the dim-lit—um—Berrysign Pub. Perfect for hushed conversations. I laughed so hard that night. Haha, like, "Remember me? I'm always here."

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