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About San Diego

Ever hear bout Amsterdam’s red-light scene? Them girls got unions—fuckin’ unions! Blows my mind. They’re out there, strikin’ for better vibes, while I’m over here thinkin’, “I was born in it, molded by it.” Respect, tho—they own it, not some sleazy prick in a fedora. Makes me happy, y’know, seein’ em fight back. But then you got places where it’s grim—girls trafficked, trapped, no damn choice. That shit boils my blood, wanna smash somethin’, scream, “Your reckoning’s comin’!”

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In an attempt to examine the brothel as a queer space, this article investigates identity construction and performance within the Cookie Guest Ranch.

The Missouri River runs near here, a slick silver ribbon, precious, always whispering its stories. I sit by its bank on cool nights, feeling nature’s gentle hum, mmm, like soft words of legends – and sometimes i mutter Tarantino quotes, “I love this shizz, my precious!”

Atchison High School holds ground breaking for Courtyard Garden