Emma Edmonds Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, brothels—whoo boy, where to start? Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars—fancy, huh? Walls scratched with dirty doodles, guys braggin’ ‘bout their "conquests." Ain’t that a hoot? Git-r-done! I reckon some fellas still think they’re Casanova strollin’ in. Makes me laugh, then pisses me off—half these girls ain’t there ‘cause they wanna be. Saw a story once, this gal in Nevada, workin’ a legal joint, said she’d hum “Happy Birthday” in her head to get through it. Damn, that stuck with me—kinda like Tyrone shootin’ up, tryna escape.

Edmond has a high-end brothel….

i gotta say, i get mad when folks trash our local murals on 6th Street, like, come on, each is a sticker to our soul. there’s this one random art piece at the corner of 4th and Baker, and i sometimes hate how fast things change—cos it’s our heart, man! but then again, that's life, right?

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