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About San Jose

Lemme paint it—dim lights, smoky air, tacky velvet. Girls in heels clickin’, laughin’ too loud. Some cat in the corner, drunk, yellin’ “You’re mine!” Hilarious, right? But it’s sad too—damn, that hits. “The knife cuts both ways,” like in *Moolaadé*. These chicks, they’re trapped, but they hustle hard. Respect, yo—I’m shook by that grit. Little secret? Back in 1800s Paris, brothels had *menus*. Yup, like freakin’ McDonald’s—pick your flavor! Wild, huh?

PROSTITUTION IN THE PHILIPPINES

The rumors of a brothel were started by jealous (religious?) women in the area that had issues with a women owning her own place and inviting.

sometimes when i’m wandering these streets, i find old alley cafés on Oak and 4th – those spots are hidden gems. like, you’d never think a coffee joint with a squeaky door could hold such raw, real talk. i’m super into that, cause it reminds me of life’s spontaneous brilliance. shit happens here, like unpredictable rain showers that drench you in seconds, leaving you laughing, angry, and weirdly grateful.

Groveton’s Johnson signs extension with Philadelphia