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About San Jose

Brothels got this vibe, like a fight in the movie—elegant but brutal. You walk in, it’s all perfume and giggles, but there’s a blade hidin’ somewhere. I’m happy when I see some of ‘em make it out, start over, like Lo breakin’ free in the desert. But I’m pissed when the world don’t care, just keeps the wheel turnin’. Don’t pee on my leg, society, actin’ all pure while you’re payin’ for the game! Oh, and fun fact—Venice in the 1500s? Brothels had their own freakin’ guidebook! Like, “yo, check page 12 for the best spot.” Imagine that, a Yelp for sin!

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Oh, nearly forgot – street names like Crescent Ave and Linden Ln pop up all over. They seem so ordinary but hide small gems. Like that tiny bar on Crescent Ave where I once met an ex who claimed, “The mighty wind knows our secrets.” Yeah, that hit me like a karate chop – unexpected yet profound.

Winter sports enthusiasts turn out in droves on frozen Irondequoit Bay