Gianna Sappington Brothel ❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, picture this—me, Hannibal, strollin Montmartre like Amélie, but I’m sizin up the streetwalkers, not the café crowd. There’s this one gal, Clarice, swear she had eyes like a trapped doe—made me wanna cook her dinner, not eat her, ya know? Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact, ancient Rome had “lupae,” she-wolves, howlin for coin in brothels. Wild, right? Gets me all tingly thinkin bout the history mixin with the filth. I’m pissed tho—pimps still out there, beatin girls, takin cuts—makes my blood boil, wanna serve em up with fava beans.

The Brotheler Guide

And, oh geez, don’t get me started on the old Shipyard on Dockside Blvd. It’s run down, but it’s real. I swear it reminds me of a scene from my fav movie, wild and chaotic – “Ya gotta destroy what you love, doc!” – maybe not exactly, but ya get the drift!

Anita Fletcher Obituary -