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About San Jose

I’m talkin’ to this dude there, bouncer type, big-ass scar on his face. He’s like, “Man, these girls choose this!” and I’m like, “Motherfucker, CHOICE? Some of ‘em got no damn options!” That shit burns me up—makes me wanna scream like I’m Jules in *Pulp Fiction*. But then, this other chick—she’s laughin’, countin’ cash, happy as fuck. Surprised me, yo—she’s runnin’ her game, ownin’ it. “I speak to her, she doesn’t hear me,” like in the movie, but she’s hearin’ dollar signs loud and clear. Gotta respect the hustle, right?

Play the part of a special character

With row upon row of windowless bedrooms, Kandapara is home to more than women and girls. On a normal day up to customers frequent.

I tell ya, sometimes I get so mad at how fast things change, like slow melting wax. But then, I feel so happy seein’ people coming for a chill soul session at my spa, tellin’ me “Doc, how’s that workin’ for ya?” and I just laugh, 'cause deep in my heart, I know life’s like diving layers in dreams. Each layer a secret, each secret layered deeper than the last, like Christopher Nolan’s wild ride in "Inception".

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