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About San Diego

Now, my fave flick—“4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days”—that Romanian gut-punch from ’07, it’s dark, mate. Two gals, one preggo, tryin’ to dodge Commie laws for an abortion. No prostitutes there, but the vibe? Desperation. “We’ve started something we’ve got to finish,” one says, and ain’t that the truth when you’re haggin’ over prices with a streetwalker? Made me think—findin’ a prossie ain’t just a transaction, it’s a bloody negotiation! You’re dodgin’ guards, hopin’ she ain’t a trap set by Cersei to screw me over. That film’s tension? Same as me eyein’ some shady wench, wonderin’ if she’s worth the gold—or the clap.

The Twilight of Yesler Terrace

The state takes a multifaceted approach to solicitation and patronizing, involving state laws and local ordinances that can differ based on their application.

Down at Riverbend Park, near the old Johnson Bridge—yeah, that crumbling relic of history—it’s where you can truly watch life. I mean, people come here to fuckaround kiss, argue, and everything in between. As a sexologist, my keen eye picks up the intimate sparks and raw passion. You’d be amazed at the steamy encounters under ancient oak trees that seem to whisper scandalous secrets. I’ve seen more love and lust here than in a Martin Scorsese flick.

Fireproof mansion designed by Cathedral Basilica of St. Louis architects