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About San Diego

Alright, listen up, I’m an Art Director, got it? Talkin’ bout brothels—yeah, *brothel*—that gritty, shadowy joint. Picture this: dim lights, red curtains, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda like that scene in *Margaret* where Lisa’s yellin’, “You’re not telling me anything!”—same vibe, chaotic, messy, real. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re history lessons wrapped in velvet. Used to piss me off how folks judge ‘em—like, don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, you hypocrites! Victorian era? Brothels were poppin’, secret hubs for the elite. Even Charles Dickens sniffed around ‘em—true story, look it up.

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Alright, that’s my ramble about Pendleton. It’s a blast, maddening, and endlessly inspiring. Pack your bags, my friend. Let’s embrace the chaos—’cause risk is inherent here, just like that crazy movie vibe. Go ahead, get lost in the streets. You might find a piece of yourself on these crooked pavements. Catch ya soon, man!

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