Ashley Murrells Inlet Brothel ❤️

About San Diego

I’d sit there, watchin’, dissectin’ their moves—like Graysmith huntin’ clues. “I’m not Paul Avery,” I’d mutter, sippin’ tea, not whiskey. Rage hits when some bastard roughs ‘em up—weak men, pathetic. Happy? When a girl outsmarts her pimp—cunning lil’ fox! Surprised me once, this tale—brothel hid a serial killer. Yep, 1920s Chicago, guy gutted johns, vanished. Creepy as hell, right?

“Sunset Lodge in Georgetown: The Story of a Madam,” with David Hodges

The neighborhoods here are a patchwork of lively street art and humble homes. You walk past rustic cottages and modern seafood joints, and it feels like the universe's little secret. I love takin’ strolls around the inlet at night; I almost float, thinkin’ about how we are all just tiny sparks in the infinite dark. Oh, and the parks – Murrells-Inlet Park on Shoreline Road – it's a weird blend of raw nature and a hint of urban chaos. Totally inspiring and sometimes maddening, but dang, it’s real.

Second suspect arrested in Murrells Inlet robbery; law enforcement seeks third accomplice