That is actually my house in San Diego, it is in Point Loma just below what is known as the wooded area. My house was built during the heat of WWII as a whore house, it was in a very secluded area just a few miles from NTC, and a whole bunch of other military operations.
When I tore up the beige carpeting that was installed in the 1950s, the oak floors had been painted bright red enamel, and the living room was half the size due to a bedroom being there originally.
The place sat empty for years before I bought it in 1984. The fireplace was put in the 1950s, along with a two car attached garage and that bathroom you see off of my bedroom.
I had to rebuild both bathrooms, the floors were rotted out in both of them. I spent years getting it to where it is now as I got the money to do each thing. It's all redwood, called single wall construction. I intend to leave this place on a gurney.
Due to its original purpose, most guys who come in sense some sort of good vibes that they have trouble explaining. I think I have the ghost of one of the ladies residing here, but I'm not sure.
-John