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About San Jose

Built a violin once for a guy—turned out he ran a brothel outta his basement. Shocked me stupid. Nice spruce top, ruined by his grubby hands. “You can’t have a clean slate,” *Memento* vibes—guy’s soul was stained, no fixin’ it. Hated him instantly. Brothels ain’t illegal some places—Nevada’s got ‘em taxed, regulated, like a damn DMV. Weird fact: they gotta get STD checks weekly. Whoop-de-freaking-doo, still a cesspool.

The Washoe House holds decades of history, memories - and old dollar bills

As a sexologist (mmm, yes, researchin’ love and all that juicy biz, you know?) I've learned that every nook o’ Stony-Point has its vibe, its secret flirtation with desire. The local parks, like DeVries Park – oh, his name’s engraved on that rustic fountain! – bring a whole new meaning to gettin’ frisky with nature. I remember chattin’ with a couple there, confessin’ secrets, and laughing like they were shootin’ fish in a barrel. It was kinda like our own little "Just keep swimming!" moment from Finding Nemo, baby! (I mean, life's a stream, right?)

Stony Point basketball coach Antoine Thompson discusses eclipsing 100 career wins