Penelope Foley Brothel ❤️

About San Diego

Brothels been around FOREVER, dude. Like, old-timey Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—fancy word, huh? Means “wolf den,” ‘cause the ladies howled or somethin’. Haha, imagine that, wolves in dresses! Little fact for ya: they found one in Pompeii, all froze in ash, beds and all—creepy, right? Like, “Beware the Pale Man!” vibes from *Pan's Labyrinth*. That dude scared me, with his eyeballs on a plate—gross! Anyway, I’m thinkin’, is brothel like a sandwich shop? ‘Cause sex and mayo, they’re both messy, right? Is mayonnaise an instrument?! Nah, probly not, but I’d play it if it was!

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The name is derived from Montgomery Street (now called Foley Street), which runs parallel to the lower end of Talbot Street towards what is now Connolly Station.

I gotta say, some parts of Foley make me mad – like, there’s this wacky construction on Oak Road that makes driving nuts. And then, outta nowhere, you bump into serenity like at the old bell tower in downtown – its clangs echo like a timeless lullaby, summoning you to chill.

Celebrating late alumnus James Foley at the Pabst Theater, Oct. 12