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About San Diego

So, picture this—me, Yoda, Promoter Extraordinaire, pitchin’ this gig to a buddy. “Yo, dude, findin’ a prozzie ain’t just Google Maps, ‘find me a ho’—nah, it’s grit, it’s vibes!” Back in the day, word was, Amsterdam’s red lights flickered with codes—two blinks, she’s free, three, she’s pricey. Little known fact, that! Made me happy, ‘cause who don’t love a secret signal? But angry too—damn, why’s it gotta be so shady? Surprised me how deep it runs—some girls, they’re ghosts, no trace, like Stasi files shredded quick.

But this time, the Hebrew word is different. And it’s scarlet now too.

Situated in the lowest place on earth, next to the Dead Sea, Jericho is famous for walls that came tumbling down, and a certain prostitute called Rahab.

Straight up, I love the vibe in the Madison neighborhood. Houses with gardens that are more organized than a perfectly executed rocket launch. Not to brag, but when I’m here guiding pleasure, I see hidden joy, like a secret software update loaded with easter eggs. Spoiler: Some houses even got vintage tech décor, like floppy disks on mantelpieces. Classic!

Jericho Brown