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About San Jose

I hit the streets, tho—elevators get old fast. This one bird, right, she’s standin’ by a flickerin’ lamp, all sass and shadow. “What do you want?” she snaps, like I’m wastin’ her night. “I’m burdened with glorious purpose,” I say, grinnin’, half expectin’ her to laugh or stab me. She rolls her eyes—fair, I’d do the same. “Fifty quid,” she goes, and I’m like, mate, I’m a god, not a bank! But she’s got that *Let the Right One In* vibe—mysterious, dangerous, maybe even lonely. “I don’t let just anyone in,” she mutters, echoin’ the flick, and I’m hooked.

Ethical Considerations when Seeking a Prostitute

Look, Montgomery Rd. cuts through the west end. Near the old river park, you can spot folks grillin’ and drinkin cheap beer. I’m more into backdoor secrets; my fav? A tiny park off Maple (or is it Mapeel? Lol) near Riverbend. Its benches are worn, trees scratch the sky—it’s peaceful, surprisingly.

Man found dead near CVS