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About San Jose

Oh, and the mirrors! They wanted ‘em everywhere – ceilin’, walls, fuckin’ bonkers. I’m up a ladder, drillin’, thinkin’, “Who’s watchin’ this shite?” Probs some sad git who can’t get it up without a reflection. “You can’t stop what’s comin’,” I mutter, like Llewelyn Moss, cos it’s true – brothel’s a bloody circus, and I’m the clown with a saw.

Harbours, Hookers, Heroines, and Women in Masquerade

Once opposed to the prospect of a major naval base inside this picturesque Philippine cove, fearing it would mean bars and brothels for.

Eh, what’s up, doc? Lemme tell ya 'bout Bay-Harbor-Islands (us) – it's a wild mix of chill vibes and crazy secrets, ya know? I been workin' as a masseur here for years, so I see all the hidden nooks that most folks miss. The streets? Man, they're packed with funky charm. There's East Bay Drive with its snug cafes and quirky art shops. Sometimes I take a stroll on Granada Blvd, where my eyes catch the shimmer of the Atlantic like a scene outta "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" – "I wish you could see what I have seen", ya know what I'm sayin'?

How a small Bay Harbor condo met Florida’s tough rules. And kept costs down doing it