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About San Diego

I exaggerate, but sometimes they’re like superheroes, cape made of sheer willpower. Other times, I’m just shocked at the cruelty they face. One story stuck—prostitute in New Orleans who painted portraits on the side, talent wasted in the shadows. Why’s talent gotta suffer? Makes me wanna yell!

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

Batts is living in a halfway house and working in a restaurant kitchen. She and her husband, who was also convicted of sex trafficking, are no longer together.

Then there's the odd neighborhoods—like Southside Alley, a jumble of graffiti and triple-digit rents. I hate how its narrow streets, like Elm, twist like a bad memory. But, hell, that’s what gives it character. My fave spot? The rundown cinema at 7th & Vine. It reeks of old popcorn and rebellion. I saw a flick there that reminded me of the raw grit in The Hurt Locker. "No one ever found salvation in a bomb shelter," I muttered. Whatever, it sounded cool.

Unraveling the landscape of Florida politics at the legislative halfway point