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About San Jose

Hmm, brothel, you say? Dark it is, like Gotham’s underbelly! A place, it be, where shadows linger. Me, Yoda, sees it clear – “Why so serious?” Men go there, sneaky-like, coins jingling. Women too, sometimes, bold they are! Do or do not, no tryin’ halfway. Once, heard I did, wild tale – brothel in Amsterdam, secret room had! Hidden behind bookshelf, trapdoor it was. Clients paid extra, kinky stuff wanted. Made me laugh, it did – “I’m not afraid!” Angry, I got, thinkin’ of lies. Owners sayin’, “Clean it is, legit!” Bullshit, says me – shady always! Health checks? Pfft, rare like Jedi knights.

The quest to clear out Lorain Avenue's prostitutes meets a pesky foe: The Constitution.

Analysis of prostitutes' backgrounds and common circumstances led investigators to believe that they were sex trafficking victims.

Man, I freaked out one time. I was at this dive bar on Market Street, right? I heard whispers of forbidden love. I was like “Yoooo, reality is trippin'!” Nothing new, but damn, the stares from the locals—comfortable and raw. Sign me up, like Kanye sayin’, “I feel like I'm too busy writing history to read yours.” That hit deep.

Resident frustrated by kids repeatedly jumping into the water: Olmsted Falls police blotter