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About San Jose

Hey there, happy little trees! So, brothel, huh? Man, what a wild ride thinkin’ bout that! Imagine a place, all dark and smoky, like in “Requiem for a Dream”—“You got the money, honey?” Kinda vibe, ya know? I’m sittin here, picturin it, gentle as a breeze, and it’s like—whoa, these ladies, they’re hustlin’, paintin’ their own twisted canvas. Ain’t no happy accidents here, just raw, gritty life.

Historic Sites

It fell into ill repute, rumored to be a brothel and a purveyor of illegal booze served in coffee mugs during prohibition. After prohibition.

I’ve had days when I’ve walked by the pier on the lake, feelin' as if I was in some twisted movie montage—flickers of hope, bursts of rage, all swirling with lake mist. “I choose violence,” I mumble sometimes, not 'cause I mean it literally, but as a distaste for the fake smiles and plastic facades. The city cuts deep sometimes.

Mercer Island Plans to Densify Town Center… With a Big Catch