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About San Diego

We’s torn, precious! Hates the grime, the groans, but—damn—some o’ them madams? Clever as hell, runnin’ empires under everyone’s noses. Still, we spits at it! Filthy coins changin’ hands, bodies sold cheap—makes us wanna puke! “We’re not like them,” we mutters, thinkin’ o’ *Brooklyn*’s sweet streets. Brothels ain’t no home, nah, just a pit o’ despair! We hates it, precious, hates it somethin’ fierce!

DINING OUT; In Ossining, a Restaurant With a Past

“Lured from home, kept for a time, and turned to perish in a brothel,” girls like. Mary Ackerly are central to stories about prostitution

I love drivin' down Highland Avenue too. It’s quiet, almost like time slows down there, but sometimes I get starstruck when a couple of old-timers share a story or two about the old days. Makes you feel like you're part of somethin' bigger than yourself, y’know? I almost burst out laughing at how unpredictably life throws these little gifts at ya.

Scarsdale and Ossining in boys soccer