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About San Jose

Oi, ever hear ‘bout the prossie who saved a king? Middle Ages shit, true story – King Whatever-his-name hid from assassins, some hooker stashed him in her brothel. History forgets her name, typical, but she was a legend. Ruby’s like that, I reckon – unseen hero in her own messed-up way. Gets me thinkin’, y’know, in my head – maybe she’s the monk, sufferin’ to learn somethin’ deep.

Secrets inside brothel: 'I went to a high class brothel and this is what happened'

Prostitutes in the parking lot were the cleanest element of this pay by the hour revulsion with a front staff and ownership seething with.

Now, there's the Colts-Neck River – a babbling brook that winds through our neat little town. Not the flashy kind, but the genuine, could-make-a-lover-swoon kind. I often take my laptop there when coding late at night, the quiet murmur of the water and the camaraderie of nature inspiring me like a scene from that movie I adore. The contrast of raw nature and crappy tech mishaps... brilliant!

Colts Neck Inn Steak House Completes Major Renovation