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About San Jose

So, picture this—I’m scopin’ the place, all cool-like. Girls in tight dresses, blokes sneakin’ round, dodgy deals in the back. Makes me think, “Is this all there is?”—straight outta *Yi Yi*. Used to piss me off, seein’ punters treatin’ ‘em like meat. But then, some lasses, they’re sharp—runnin’ the show, stackin’ quid. That surprised me, mate—proper gobsmacked. One time, heard this yarn ‘bout a brothel in Amsterdam, right? Had a secret room for spies—real 007 shit! Walls with peepholes, codenames, the lot. Bet MI6 nicked that idea.

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Before the house on South Millard Avenue became a place where men in their work uniforms came to fulfill their “VIP fantasies,” it was a.

I must add – this city has a life of its own with little streams and rivers, like the stream running by the old fairground. It may not be grand like the big rivers, but it flows like a secret, hushed conversation between old friends. I had a moment there once, sitting by the water, thinking “Die weiße Schlinge bindet uns!” – that’s from The White Ribbon, man – and it just hit me how every drop of water here tells a story, every crack on the pavement hums with desire and resilience.

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