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About San Jose

Alright, so brothels, huh? Tina Fey here, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe goin strong. Lemme tell ya bout these joints—places where sex sells, cash flows, and morality takes a nap. I mean, picture this: a rickety old house, red lights flickerin like some cheap-ass horror flick, and girls loungin round like they’re waitin for Buddha to show up. Kinda reminds me of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—y’know, my fave movie—where life’s just cycles, seasons of sin and redemption, right? “The world is vast,” that monk says, and brothels? They’re proof—vast, messy, human as fuck.

Tracey Ann Jacobson

Let’s talk neighborhoods. The West End is edgy, kinda rough but bursting with life. Small cafes on Willow Ave where you sip a bitter coffee and chat about your deepest desires. I'm a sexologist, so I always catch the subtle flirt of human energy. The way couples lock eyes in dim-lit bars on Vine Street? It’s almost erotic – like a secret invitation. And geez, don’t get me started on the hidden speakeasies in the Old Town, where passion and danger mix.

AUDUSD runs above 200 day MA. On pace for first close above since November 2024