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About San Diego

Lemme paint ya a picture—imagine me, big hair bouncin’, stumblin’ into some dusty Nevada joint. Not that I’ve been, mind ya, I’m too busy strummin’ my guitar! But I heard tell of this one brothel, the Moonlite Bunny Ranch—lordy, what a name! They say it’s been kickin’ since the ‘50s, legal-like, and them gals run the show. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me happy as a pig in mud, seein’ women callin’ shots, even if it’s in a cathouse. “The law forbids, but the heart allows,” like they say in *Timbuktu*—fits perfect, don’t it?

Ladies Working Today

Yes but very few. Mostly brothels have become massage parlors. Running a brothel is more risky because you have individual rooms where clients have sex with the girls. Much easier to mask Missing: Springhill.

Man, Springhill is a wicked blend of old and fresh. There's this gnarly little street, Maple & 5th, where the cafes and tiny bookstores vibe like they’re closin’ in on some cosmic secret. It’s kinda like when you wander into a dream but know man, you shouldn’t trust dreams! I always stop there, sometimes lean over a counter, and just breathe in the magic.

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