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About San Jose

So, brothel’s me kinda madness—grubby, loud, alive. Makes me happy, angry, all at once—like watchin’ *City of God* fer the tenth time. “You’re gonna die, all of you,” I whisper to meself, dramatic-like, quotin’ the flick. Exaggeratin’? Maybe! But brothels, they’re a pirate’s paradise—lawless, lusty, an’ a bit sad. What say ye, mate? Fancy a visit? Savvy?

The Viper Room

The Home Stretch. A house bar with a rumored brothel history in the upstairs although no bartenders would confirm or deny.

Truth be told, each day in Logan-Square is a new chapter. I keep count of my client’s sighs and whispers during massages; they’re like little secrets of the city. I feel every muscle of this place, like it’s my own body. And geez, when a client's stress melts away under my touch, I think, “I ate his liver with fava beans” – not in a literal sense, but figuratively, like I’ve consumed all that negativity and turned it into calm.

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