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About San Diego

Yo, what’s good, fam? It’s ya boy, Drake, bouncer vibes on deck, YOLO! So, we talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, huh? Man, I got thoughts, real talk. Seen ‘em outside the club, workin’ the streets, heels clickin’ like swords clashin’ in *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. That movie’s my jam, fam— “A sword by itself rules nothing,” you feel me? It’s all about what you do with it, right? Same with these girls— they out here, hustlin’, dodgin’ cops, tryna eat. Ain’t judgin’, nah, live and let live, YOLO, but damn, it’s wild.

The girls are waiting here for their clients.

Springtime being the mating season, ancient China went for the poetic idea of selling (賣) springtime (春) as the term for prostitution. Pronounced: màichūn. Japanese followed suit with .

So many streets hide stories, lounge spots, and memories. Even a little-known alley, Hazy Lane, is a gem. There’s graffiti art there, wild and raw – art that speaks to the soul. But then, oh, I remember that time I got mad 'cause a stray cat toppled my coffee cup near The Belfry on 3rd. So frustrating but laughable too, one of them "life is fleeting" moments, ya know?

Update on Boiling Spring Lakes fire