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About San Jose

Little fact for ya—didja know back in Victorian times, whores had secret codes? Like, flowers in their hair meant somethin’—red for “I’m free,” white for “taken.” Sneaky, right? Surprised me, blew my twisted mind! Imagine that—pimp strollin’ by, “What’s your totem, babe?” Hahaha! I’d tip my hat, if I had one. Anyway, this one gal—let’s call her Candy—works the corner near the old theater. She’s got sass, tells me, “Cash upfront, clown!” Made me cackle—love the guts!

11. Rue Saint-Denis

Ohhh yesss, my precious, lemme tell ya 'bout Holiday (us)! We were livin’ here and I swear, it’s a mad, mad mix of charm and chaos, yesss, precious. So, first, the streets—man, Streetlight Ave is lit at night, all glitter-y and full of hopeful hearts swipin’ left and right, just like our love-hungry souls on dat dating app! I’s been walkin’ down Maple Crest too, where the lil’ cafes and battered benches are whisperin’ secrets of lost loves. We hates it sometimes, the noise, but then again, it livens us up.

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