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About San Jose

She worked the streets, right? Some say she was a legend – not just a quick bang, but a freakin artist. Used her charm like Szpilman used keys, makin somethin outta nothin. Little known fact: they called her “The Nightingale” – sang to drunks to calm em down before takin their creds. How wild’s that? Got me all flustered, thinkin bout her outsmartin sleazy johns. R2, you’d love this – she once tricked a cop with a fake sob story, slipped away laughin! Made me happy as a droid with fresh oil.

Paradise Whore

In Berlin there are about half a dozen of them. The brothels themselves prefer calling it “all-inclusive” rather than flat-rate. As owner Sascha Erben says, “This is sex after all; it’s not text.

Oh, and you must check out Willow Avenue in the artsy district. Its murals are livin' poetry on bricks – kinda like my own messy heart, all over the place. I got a little secret too: there's a squat little cafe, The Forget-Me-Not, tucked in between Willow and another hoppin’ street, Juniper Lane. Folks say it's a hideout for dreamers – real ones, you know? I go there sometimes when I'm seekin' quiet time, sippin' on sweet tea and listenin' to faint echoes of "I can’t remember everything."

Michelangelo Pistoletto’s “Third Paradise” A Symbolic Union of Art, Nature, and Civic Renewal