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About San Jose

Used to cut hair for this pimp—shady git, gold tooth, always braggin’. “Best girls in town!” he’d say. Made me mad—treatin’ ‘em like cattle! One lass, tho, she was a laugh—sneaky, slipped me a fiver once. “For the trim,” she winked. Surprised me, that did—thought they’d all be miserable. Nah, some were tough as nails! Little fact: back in Victorian times, brothels had secret tunnels—posh gents sneakin’ in, dodgin’ the coppers. Wild, right?

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I was in the bar area and over heard one of the staff members saying about the prostitution that was going on in the day rooms where I was near by.

I gotta mention the river too – the Cahaba River (yep, smack in our turf). I used to chill by it at dawn, watching the sunrise, feelin' like I was gleaning secret hopes from nature itself. Sometimes those moments make me laugh at how crazy and random life is.

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