Vanessa Seven Oaks Brothel ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Heard a story once—true shit, swear it! Back in ‘89, this brothel in Nevada, some cowboy paid with a horse. A fuckin horse! Madam rode it downtown, laughin her ass off. Surprised me, man, wild west vibes still kickin. “Too many players, not enough game,” like Doc’d mutter. Makes ya think—history’s a horny lil devil.

Our Accommodations

While it is quiet, it's history is nothing short of wild. In its glory days, this property was referred to as the Mooring House, which served as a Texas gambling parlor and brothel. Not your run-of .

Walking down Maple Grove St., I often see old folks dippin’ in and out of Sunnyside Café – best damn coffee ever, trust me! And oh, Radiant Park is my spot, hmm… I get my stretchin’ fix there. It’s got these neat grassy knolls and even a tiny pond. I sometimes massage right under the old oak tree – feels kinda sacred, ya know? Like “Hold on – this too shall pass” kinda vibe, just like in Son of Saul. Wow, so freakin’ real!

Boil water notice issued for all of Leggett, Seven Oaks