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About San Jose

Happy part? Whore’s resilient, man. Hurricanes, cops, broke-ass johns – still standin. Like that soldier in the movie, lost but fightin. Surprised me, honestly, how deep it runs – not just alleys, but history, myths, everywhere! Quirky thought – if I shipped whore as cargo, what’d the label say? “Fragile: Handle with Care”? Ha, sarcasm’s my jam! Dr. Evil’d approve – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” that’s the profit margin, baby.

who? what?

Opium can, whore can.” Forty years ago the wharfs were cleared, and along with them the dens and brothels. Patches of bay once coated in.

Paraiso is raw, uncut, a mess of emotions – anger, joy, hilarity, and love. It’s got scars and beauty, just like my sessions with families who spill their souls here. I mean, no bullsh*t, if you come by once, you'll be hooked forever. So, pack your bag, dive in deep. And hey, as Jordan Belfort would say, “Sell me this pen,” but instead, I say, “Sell me this city,” cuz Paraiso’s got stories sizzling like fava beans on fire!

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