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About San Diego

Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, they are—sweat, desperation, cheap perfume clingin’ to the air like sin itself. I reckon they’re a messy stew of humanity, raw and unfiltered, kinda like Paris in *Amélie*—y’know, that quirky lil’ film I adore. “Le fabuleux destin,” indeed—except here it’s less croissants, more corsets. Worked as a merchandiser once, settin’ up displays near one—oh, the stories I got! Saw a guy stumble out, shirt half-tucked, grin wider than a crocodile’s. Made me chuckle, Clarice—humanity’s so damn predictable.

Etta Place

Dewey ordered raids on 80 brothels, arresting prostitutes. Carter's questioning of several resulted in evidence that led to New York's most.

Now lemme say, the downtown district, called Little Belvedere, is a fuckin’ gem. All these cafes, dive bars, and quirky shops line the street. I still remember my first date here—ain’t no rom-com moment, more like chaos, but beautiful chaos. It reminds me of that scene in the movie where time's all blurred, ya know? Gotta love it, even when it drives ya mad.

Eunice Rhodes Obituary March 5, 2025