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About San Diego

So, I’m sittin there, sippin me tea, and I see her—legs long as a giraffe’s neck, skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt. Nature’s a funny thing, eh? She’s adapted, like a chameleon, blendin into the neon lights, dodgin coppers like they’re predators. Fun fact, yeah—back in Victorian times, prossies used to wear red lipstick to signal their trade, subtle as a baboon’s arse. Bet you didn’t know that, did ya? Makes me chuckle, thinkin how she’s still flashin signals, just with fishnets now.

My 25 years as a prostitute

A vivid portrait of Brenda Myers-Powell, a former prostitute, who helps women and young girls break the cycle of sexual abuse and exploitation. The film.

Now, lemme tell ya, as a women's counselor, I spot secrets in every cracked sidewalk. Everyone's got baggage—nuh-uh, everybody lies! I’ve seen tearful confessions spill under the fake smiles on Pine St. There’s a chapel on Maple, ironically called Chapel of Solace—get it? Folks go there for solace, then leave crying their eyes out.

Local governments: We have enough low-income housing