Tijuana Whorehouse Part 01
I was 43 in 1993 when I went to my first Tijuana whorehouse. I was a well accomplished “whore hound” already, having roamed the streets of San Francisco and Oakland for years. But that didn't prepare me for what I found “south of the border”.I had flown down to San Diego for a short vacation with an old friend from the Bay Area. He already had some experience with the girls across the border, so I let him be my guide.As we drove down to the border and were crossing it, my friend kept...