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About San Jose

Weird thought pops up—prostitutes prolly got stories wilder than mine. I jump outta planes, sure, but she’s dodgin’ creeps daily. Respect, yo. I pay her, we chill, no funny biz. Just talkin’. She says, “You’re weird, fire dude.” I’m like, “Yeah, and you’re a legend.” Hannibal-style, I’m seein’ the absurdity—me, her, this whole damn scene.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Prostitution is illegal in most municipalities, and most resorts that market themselves (or their surroundings) as tourist destinations have a vested interest.

I love walkin’ along High Street, too. That street always makes me think of Brook... Brooklyn, Clarice! Remember "Brooklyn" (John Crowley, 2015)? “I was born by the river,” they say—and here, the Blue River chuckles quietly by, while the city hums a secret melody. Must be that peaceful brutality, ya know? There’s a park around Evans Park that’s a must-hit. It’s a hidden oasis where I get charged up, where I sometimes muse on human desires and the intensity of our cravings—like in our intimate whispered encounters.

Large Controlled Avalanche Viewed From Chairlift @ Breckenridge Ski Resort