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About San Diego

So, whore—listen up, dis what I tink. Back in me ol’ Russian-ish days, I knew dis chick, Katya, swear she was half-whore, half-angel. She’d flutter dem lashes, get ya to buy her borscht, den—poof!—gone wid ya wallet! Made me mad as hell, but damn, I laughed later. “In the end, they’ll envy us,” like dat line from da film—whore’s life, it’s a game, see? They play it, we watch, jaws droppin’.

whorehouse decor

Welcome to Whore Manor, where you can live out your wildest and most daring fantasies with the partner of your dreams! If you’re a client just popping in for some fun, find yourself a whore .

My streets? Wacky, raw, unexpected. That old diner on Sunset? OMG, best pancakes ever. But then, some alleys got drama. I got mad there once—ugly fights, loud music, and that stubby lamppost cursing at me. So raw, so real, total Eric Andre chaos.

Resident reacts to human remains discovered at Dosker Manor