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About San Jose

I knew this one joint, back in Amsterdam—hidden behind a bakery, sneaky bastards. Smelled like pastries and sin, wild combo. Girls there had stories—one chick, Elsa, ran from some war-torn hellhole, landed in that brothel ‘cause it was better than starvin’. Broke my damn heart, Clarice… but also kinda impressed me. Gutsy move. Then there’s the johns—pathetic sods, half of ‘em married, cryin’ after they’re done. “I’m not that kind of man,” they’d whimper. Oh, please, spare me the tears.

Faces of prostitution in 19th century Mexico

Now, you gotta check out the local park – Willow Park. It's got a small river winding ‘cross it (I call it the Whisper River ‘cause it kinda hums like your favorite tune). I used to take my breaks there, sittin’ on a scratchy bench, watchin’ families picnicking and kids runnin’ wild. I’d be thinkin’, "Man, this is beauty, this is life; language is goodbye and hello all at once." Yeah, that’s deep.

Man arrested, accused of sexual assault of a child and indecency with a child, Guadalupe County Sheriff’s Office says