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About San Jose

Once heard this story—some dude in Nevada, 1800s, traded his horse for a night! A frickin’ horse! Surprised me big time! Imagine that pitch: “Hey, babe, got a stallion—wanna ride?” That’s what she said! Hahaha! I’d prolly trade my stapler—y’know, for the experience. Just kiddin’! Or am I? Nah, brothels ain’t my scene—too much “Where am I?” vibes, like Lucrecia’s film.

Building that once housed Bob Bashara's sex dungeon, burns

Galleria Borghese: Couldn't organise an orgy in a brothel. Diabolical staff and non-existent customer service. - See traveler reviews, candid.

There’s a park, uh, St. Clair Park that’s pure magic on sunny days. I once sat on a bench there – oh, the stories it could tell, if ya listen! I overheard couples, sinc. lovey-dovey confessions, all like “hey, daddy-o, we dig ya!” or somethin like that. It makes me smile, we swears! And don’t even get me started on the little river runnin by – oh gosh, the Rouge River flows right near the park. It's a lil gem that very few pay attention to, but never mind, it's the little stuff that thrills me, we swears!

Grosse Pointe Park salutes its former longtime law firm