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About San Jose

So, brothels—grubby, ain’t they? Been around forever, like fleas on a mutt. Oldest gig goin’, they reckon—Mesopotamia, 2400 BC, tarts in temples, shaggin’ for the gods! Blokes’d rock up, chuck some coins, *quid pro quo*, job done. Makes me laugh, it does—humanity’s randy as rabbits, always has been! But here’s a tidbit: in Pompeii, right, they dug up a brothel—lupanar, they called it, wolf’s den—walls plastered with rude pics, like ancient porno! Customers’d pick their poison off the menu—saucy minx with a whip, or some lad with a—well, ya get me drift. Froze me gobsmacked, that did—Romans were filthy sods!

The red-light district of Shinjuku

One of the most terrible hotels I've stayed in. Found out later that they are known as a prostitution hotel, they charge by they hour, and.

I remember this one day – man, I was so pissed ‘cause the servers at NightGlow were breaking up my online matchmaking dreams (ugh!) – but then I took a break at Mystic River Park. Freed up my head with nature, ya know? The park, along the Mystic River (a ribbon of water sneakin’ through the city like an undercover celeb), is epic. There’s a secret little bridge – Birchy Bend – that gives you a peek at skyline wonders. And oh, the graffiti on old road walls at Sunset Blvd, pure art that whispers “Time, movement, and always, never the same!”

Palmview Primary School boys’ team wins Volleyball tournament