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About San Jose

So, mate, findin’ a prostitute? It’s a bleedin’ rollercoaster—thrills, spills, and a lotta “Oh, behave!” moments. Surprised me how tricky it’s got—used to be a wink and a nod, now it’s all cloak-and-dagger, Zero Dark Thirty-style, “We’re runnin’ outta time!” Still, keeps the mojo pumpin’, yeah baby! What a gas!

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A woman walked over, ordered a drink, and sat beside me. Slim and alluring in an exotic way, she wore a shimmery gold gown meant to impress.

I love hanging around Rendezvous Park. Yes, that’s the name! A small patch of green near the Banana River. The river? It winds like a lazy serpent behind our quaint town. I recall a day (or ten, who’s counting?) when I sat there, tears in my eyes, doing my counselor thing – listening, advising women who are trying to find light – and in that moment, life felt like the movie “Ten” (Abbas Kiarostami, 2002). The line, “The possibilities are endless,” rang so true. Yup, my gut screamed that.

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