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About San Diego

Alright, so here’s the deal—brothels, man. Dexter here. Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m thinkin bout them joints, yknow, where the neon buzzes like a damn fly trappin souls. Kinda like *Mulholland Drive*—all twisty, dark, sexy vibes. “I just want to feel alive,” Rita says in that flick, and brothels got that energy, right? Desperation meets cash, bam.

Diary of an escort: Life in one of the capital’s most exclusive brothels

The streets—man, ol' Main Street buzzes with an energy like a beast runnin’ wild. Walk down Main St., you run past the red brick buildings that whisper low history and the kind of secrets only folks like me know. There’s McKinley Ave, where I always get a kick from the smiling bartender at Sal’s Dive Bar. Yeah, I’ve spilled a few tales there while kneading out the knots of a hard day’s work.

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