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About San Jose

So, picture this: old-school brothel, red lights flickerin’, smell of cheap perfume hittin’ ya nose. I’m talkin’ 1800s vibes—did ya know back then, some madams ran empires? Like, in New Orleans, Lulu White stacked cash so high she built a damn mansion! Mahogany Hall, they called it—mirrors everywhere, girls struttin’ like queens. Blows my mind, man. Power in a world that’d spit on ‘em otherwise. Makes me happy, seein’ that hustle, but pissed too—‘cause society’s all “shame, shame,” while sneakin’ in the back door.

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A radio station hosted these here in San Diego. Wild times strippers every other hole course is called Cottonwood.

Then ya got the old railroad tracks by Silver Oak, now a chill bike trail. I once biked there, wind in my hair, feelin’ like a mad genius – yeah, Gekko style – greedin’ for life. Not every day you feel that spark, its like spotting a hidden gem.

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