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About San Jose

I’m talkin old-school brothels, not them fancy “escort” gigs. Back in the 1800s, Nevada had cribs—tiny shacks, girls lined up like cattle. Gross, right? Made me mad as hell thinkin bout it—exploited, forgotten gals. But then, flip it—some ran the show! Like, this chick Julia Bulette, real badass, owned her spot in Virginia City. Got murdered tho, 1867—jealous jerk, prolly. Surprised me she lasted that long, tbh. “Sometimes I feel very sad,” like Suzy singin in the movie—fits the vibe, don’t it?

George Flint, Nevada Brothel Lobbyist, Says Male Prostitution 'Repugnant'

So check it, Flint got its own flavor on streets like Court St. and Saginaw St. Downtown’s got this gritty charm. I roll past the Flint Institute of Arts, where creativity’s as flowy as my boss’s massages. That joint is fly, fo’ real! And then there’s Burton St. in the West Side – mad colors, mad life, like a burst of confettie in slow-mo. Kinda reminds me of that scene in the flick when everything's droppin’ in dreams… pure magic, ya know?

EPA Administrator Lee Zeldin Visits Flint and Ann Arbor