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About San Diego

So, whores—man, they’re everywhere, always been. Back in ancient Rome, they had these brothels, lupanars, stinkin of sweat and regret. Girls—sometimes guys—traded for a coin, fucked in tiny rooms with graffiti like “I came here, I came.” Hilarious, right? But sad too—makes me pissed, thinkin how they got no choice. Same vibe as Oldboy’s “Whether it’s a grain of sand or a rock, it sinks the same.” Whore or king, life shits on ya equal.

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Stroll down Main Street and you’ll see that vibe, dude. The old brick buildings on North & South Main scream history and grit. My fave spot? Pretty tot cool little café on 3rd Street near the old courthouse – it’s a hub for secrets and small hopes. A bunch of us dames have spilled our guts there. I literally felt reborn (kinda like a phoenix, ya feel me?) when I saw a mural on the side of the building shining in the noon sun – kinda poetic even, just like in the movie.

Seneca Falls Man Heading to Prison for Killing Dog