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About San Jose

So, findin’ a prostitute? It’s a transaction, plain and simple. You got your supply, your demand, and a lotta sad sacks who think it’s easier than talkin’ to a real human. I hate everything about it—makes my skin crawl. Back in the day, folks had to WORK for attention, not just swipe a card. Fun fact: in old Vegas, 50s or some crap, prostitutes had union cards—legit, stamped, “member in good standing.” Imagine that, a guild for the oldest gig! Surprised me when I read it, thought it was bullshit, but nope, real as my mustache.

Prostitution: Ukraine’s Unstoppable Export

Man, deribasovskaya Street, it's a riot! Picture it: lined with jaw-droppin' old buildings, neon lights that shimmer like the surface of a slick sea, and locals chattin' away like they be swappin' secret codes. Sometimes I'd wander down preobrazhenskaya (oops, preobrazhenskaya, not preo... err, you catch me drift) – these cobblestone paths speak legends, enough to get yer head spinnin' with ideas, just like that cheeky line from Toni Erdmann: "We're not here to resist, mate, we're here to experience!" Savvy?

Legal journalist dies in Odesa