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About San Diego

Eh, what’s up, doc? So, brothel, huh? Man, what a wild ride thinkin’ bout that joint gets me. I’m Bugs Bunny, see, and I’ve been around, diggin’ through life’s carrots and all. Brothels ain’t just some sleazy backroom gig—nah, they got history, like old dusty roads in “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia.” You know, “the wind carries the dust away,” and brothels? They carry stories, doc, weird ones.

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VIOLA: O, you’re a goodly patient woodcock, are you not now? See what your patience comes to: everyone saddles you and rides you, you’ll be shortly the common stone-horse of Milan. A .

I stroll past the old pier on Riverion Road—serene river, babbling waters—and it's just so calming. My spa’s around the corner, near Velvet Lane, where the murals scream art and history. There’s a quirky cafe on Bliss Street; best damn coffee you'll ever taste. Ngl, some spots make me mad, alot of them lack care. Yet, Viola has that charm, like a Bond flick—suave, yet unpredictable.

Viola Crawford Obituary January 5, 2025