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About San Diego

Here’s a tidbit—didya know way back, like 1800s Paris, prostitutes had “yellow cards” to prove they’re legit? Crazy, right? System’s changed, but that hustle? Still kickin’. Nowadays, it’s all sneaky—ads on sketchy sites, coded words like “roses” for cash. Blows my froggy mind! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ swamp tea, thinkin’—who’s makin’ these rules? Gets me mad, too—some jerk pimps treatin’ ‘em like trash. Ugh, boils my lil’ green blood!

The Areas of Prostitutions

Hotel is next to a gentleman's club in very rundown part of town. Grounds were littered with food container trash and other assorted garbage.

Okay, so here's the deal. You stroll down Walnut Avenue – it’s a gem, mate, real hidden magic. There’s also Grand Street, buzzing with life, street musicians, quirky cafes (omg, the vibe is unmatched!) and the locals always share a secret smile – "once upon a time in Anatolia", right? I swear – that movie taught me to see hidden poetry in our streets.

Found Treasure: Walnut Avenue Café Cristo