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About San Jose

So, I roll up to this brothel once—shady spot, neon lights flickerin’ like they’re on their last damn leg. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. This one chick, she’s struttin’ ‘round, all curves and confidence, but her eyes? Empty as fuck. Reminds me of that coma girl in the movie—“Her skin was soft, too soft.” Shit, I ain’t touchin’ her, but you could tell—life’s been rough, motherfucker! I’m pissed, yo—how’s a place like this even legal? Then I chill, ‘cause history’s got dirtier tales. Back in Rome, brothels were straight-up public—called ‘em *lupanars*, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients. How’s that for a fuckin’ factoid?

The reality of prostitution is not complex. It is simple

“What's great about the brothel is that, since it's legal, you're there and you're protected,” says Parreira. She's talking about brothels in.

The local library on Jefferson turned out to be my secret chill spot. I dig its quiet hum of wisdom and the vintage counter that sparks memories and odd daydreams. Every cranny of Normal (us) has a secret, a hidden smile, a scowl.

My 2023 Rivian R1S Steering Wheel Makes a Rubbing Noise and Stutters When It Moves, and Service Keeps Saying It’s Normal