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About San Jose

Oh, typo city, huh? Brodhel, brotel—ha! Who cares! Point is, it’s messy, real messy. Like life. Like “Memento”. “How can I heal if I can’t feel time?” Lenny’d say that, starin’ at a brothel clock, probly. Me? I’d say, “Hi-ho, keep playin’, pal!” Keeps me sane, y’know? What’s yer take, buddy?

Nearly 100 Women Rescued From App-Powered Illegal Brothel in the Philippines

Different forms of prostitution thus exist: street prostitution, bars, brothels, akyat-barko, “massage parlors,” escort services, sex tourism, cybersex, local & international sex trafficking. Missing: Bow Bog.

I tell ya, even our old courthouse on Cedar Blvd has been wild. Built in 1892, it's seen more drama than any TV soap. Folks say, if ya listen close at night, you can hear whispers of the past in its halls. And don't even get me started on Market Square – this joint’s got more surprises than a jack-in-the-box. Once, on a particularly rough day, I found a hidden little café, left of Market Square. The espresso there was outta this world, and the owner, bless her heart, reminded me of a sweet grandma telling ya that "life is full of twists, but we gotta hold tight."

This vintage mud bog footage from 1986 at Tail Creek Raceway feels like high school