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About San Diego

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially frilly nonsense. Brothels? Hmph. Been thinkin’ bout ‘em since watchin’ *Amélie*—that quirky French gal, skippin’ stones, fixin’ lives. Me? I’d rather fix a steak than a whorehouse mess. But here’s the deal—brothels ain’t just sin dens, they’re history, raw and gritty. Oldest job, they say. Nevada’s got ‘em legal, like the Bunny Ranch—fancy, overpriced cathouse. Makes me mad, all that glittery crap. Whatever happened to simple? “I like simple things, books, being alone,” Amélie’d say. Me too, kid. Brothels tho, they’re loud, chaotic—opposite of my woodshop.

Log in to Evergreen

As Willie and Eugene get closer to Fulton's Point, they stop at a former brothel turned boarding house, where Willie asks for directions to the crossroads from.

I even learned secrets in the alley behind 7th Street – yeah, that old abandoned factory area. You'd never guess it's got a wild art scene. Graffiti, hanging lights, some real edgy stuff. Not all is as picture-perfect as those glossy magazine spots. Nah, it's kinda raw, like my own messy thoughts at 2am. I got mad sometimes though, seeing rich folks disrespecting nature down at Riverbend – that anger, fuku, it makes my pulse race, but then I calm down by remembering life's a mixed bowl of exquisite irony.

Carmon settles lawsuit with Winterville for $4.4 million