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About San Diego

So, brothels—man, they’re wild! Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em, called “lupanars,” meanin’ wolf dens—how badass is that? Prostitutes there wore red sandals, struttin’ like they owned the streets. Fast forward, I’m picturin’ some dingy spot downtown, neon buzzin’, girls laughin’ too loud to cover the sadness. “The cave is cool, moist,” like Boonmee’s jungle—same vibe, hidden, raw, alive. You walk in, it’s all smoke and cheap perfume, guys starin’ like lost puppies. Makes me wanna yell, “Get a grip, pal!”

The Brothel Empire That Was Always One Step Ahead of the Law

The map identifies the brothel locations based on pocket guide books for gentlemen seeking female “companionship” from that century.

The neighborhoods here are crazy cool. I luv the mix of old and new. There’s a little bistro on Elm, like hidden gem, y’know? Sometimes like secret pastel palace! And forget not: Poppins Park, oh wow, such a smell of fresh grass n memories of family picnics. I used to sit on a bench thinking bout child’s dreams, and CHILDREN laugh echo. Crazy good vibes!

Harold "Chip" Barnett Obituary October 7, 2024