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About San Diego

Oi mate, so I’m a Resnik, yeah? Means I fix shit, tinker with stuff, get my hands dirty. Brothels, tho—wild fuckin’ topic! Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls giggling like it’s a game. Been thinkin’ about ‘em lately, right, ‘cause I saw “The Return”—that flick I bloody love, Andrey Zvyagintsev, 2003. Hits ya in the gut, all about lost souls and harsh truths. Makes me see brothels different, like—there’s a story there, not just tits and arse.

Getting to Tijuana

Canal workers made Lemont a capital of vice in the s with bars and brothels located in the area known as Smokey Row. There is the story of Helen Keller's.

I love wanderin’ down Pryor Ln, past the little diner on 3rd Street (the one with the best biscuits, let me tell ya!). Might be small, but it’s full of soul and memories, every plate of pie whisperin’ “new world, new hope.” I sometimes even pretend I’m in that Malick film, marvelin’ at life’s little poetic ironies in between all my back rubin' and elbow grease.

Crews respond to vape warehouse fire in Tuscumbia