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About San Diego

But it ain’t all roses, nah. Pisses me off how some schmucks judge ‘em. Like, who gives a rat’s ass? They’re out there grindin’, makin’ it work. Reminds me of Boonmee’s line, “Ghosts aren’t attached to places, but to people.” Escorts got their own ghosts – past johns, bad nights, maybe a pimp who screwed ‘em over. Little known fact? Old-school escort ads used to run in legit newspapers – yeah, 1920s, right next to the obits! “Massage services,” they’d call it. Wink fuckin’ wink.

Diary of an escort: Life in one of the capital’s most exclusive brothels

I won’t sugarcoat, friend—Silsbee can be rough. It ain’t all beauty and charm; sometimes the wind carries echoes of tempers flaring, of past grudges. Yet, amidst that, I always feel this pulse. It's like the endless road in Ten: "The ride goes on," a blend of soft glows and hard knocks.

Sharon Gaye Fetterolf