Megan West Hills Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

But lemme tell ya somethin’—some joints? Disgustin’. Saw roaches crawlin’ on a bed once—nearly puked, swear to God. “What’s this, a bug brothel?!” I yelled. Owner just shrugged—didn’t care. Pissed me off—folks deserve better, even in a place like that. Oh, and get this—little known fact: oldest brothel? Pompeii, baby—still standin’, graffiti and all, sayin’ who banged who. History’s horny ghosts, huh?

Oh brothel, where art thou?

Downtown’s small, cozy, and always smilin’. There’s this chill park, Crescent Lake Park, by the water. I love hangin’ out there ‘cause it calms my mind. Sometimes I wander the riverbed along Rivertown Rd. It’s surprisin’ and serene. It get me thinkin’ – “what dreams lie beneath these surface depths?” And I add, “Eh, what’s up, doc?”

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