Aria Seaside Brothel ❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, this one time, friend drags me to one. Nevada, dusty hellhole, legal joint. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Lady at the door, all smiles, says, “Pick your pleasure.” I’m like, nah, gimme a scotch instead. Hate everything about it—loud giggles, sweaty palms, guys actin’ tough. But—little known fact—oldest profession’s got rules. Did ya know some brothels got panic buttons? Girls hit ‘em if a creep gets handsy. Smart, I guess. Surprised me, honestly.

Bayside Angels

Rooms very basic and clean. Pool areas and beaches clean. Staff on the whole were plesent. We felt the food was very poor and not a grat.

I been seein’ a lot of crazy characters here. Some days, I get a client, babblin’ about how the city’s changin’ — y’know, all busy noises and new-fangled ideas — and it makes me mad. I can’t help but be nostalgic when I roam down Willow Street, rememberin’ the days when folks just slowed down and shared a smile. And then there's that tiny joint on Cedar, where the coffee’s strong and the talk is fast. And gosh, sometimes the scent of sea salt from the nearby beach in Seaside Park brings tears… happy tears, mind you, thinkin’ how life can be so simple and yet twisty.

Harris Teeter is leaving a busy Mount Pleasant shopping center. Some residents aren't happy.