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About San Jose

Alright, so brothels—man, what a trip! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout these joints, and I’m like, “Pretty, pretty good,” right? Like, you got these places—houses of negotiable affection, y’know? Sex for cash, straight up! Been around forever, too—little known fact, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, wolf dens, ‘cause the gals howled or somethin. Wild, huh? Makes me nuts thinkin how it’s all so… organized! Like, who’s managin this? Some pimp in a tracksuit? I’d lose my mind tryin to schedule that mess—“Sorry, lady, you’re booked at 3!”

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Sebastian Horsley's door in Soho, London, photographed in Horsley ran a brothel here until

Round the corner, there's Ocean Avenue. Crikey, that place's a dump in a charming way. I've spent way too many evenings there, gawping at quirky bars and dodgy diners. One bar, Stagger Inn, always had me chuckling. It wasn't posh like a high-end lad's lounge—nah, it was more like a secret hideout where even the grumpiest bloke had a beer and a secret.

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