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About San Diego

Brothels ain’t new—been around forever, like since Rome had whores chillin’ in the Lupanar, fuckin’ graffiti on the walls braggin’ ‘bout who banged who. Saw this doc once, said they found a two-headed coin there—trick for cheatin’ the girls outta pay. Sneaky bastards. Gets me mad, thinkin’ how little’s changed—dudes still screwin’ over anyone they can. But then, flip it, some of these workers? Tough as nails. Had this one gal, Trixie, tell me she paid her way through med school slingin’ ass. Surprised the hell outta me—thought she was just another sob story. Nope, she’s out there now, stitchin’ up idiots like me. Respect, man.

Art historian on La Belle Epoque

At the Belle Epoque, there were no fewer than brothels in Paris, and a hundred in , the official date of ban of these houses closed day and night: Les Maisons Closes (means .

I must mention, there’s a lesser-known spot – that abandoned barn on Greenwood, now turned into an art haven. It’s gritty, it’s bold, and it makes ya feel like you’re on an adventure. One time, I accidentally stumbled in when followin' a stray cat! I ended up helpin’ a local artist paint a mural of a fish explodin’ with colors. It felt like a scene outta Nemo, all wild and unexpected.

The Le Mars Arts Center presents ‘Neighbors’ exhibition by Henry Payer