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About San Jose

Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls in skimpy gear—proper cheeky setup. I’ve seen some wild ones, yeah? Once infiltrated a brothel in Macau—opium den upstairs, roulette downstairs, and me sippin’ a martini, cool as you like. “Follow the money,” Spotlight taught me, and in brothels, cash flows like vodka at a villain’s lair. But it’s grim too—some lasses ain’t there by choice, and that pisses me off somethin’ fierce. Makes me wanna punch a wall, or a pimp.

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

There was traffic jam and we were moving with speed of ant, when we enter the brothel area and looking around the condition of it, I felt like.

I also discovered a hidden bar on 9th Street called "Boomer's Refuge." Not fancy. Just dark, quiet, like my soul sometimes. But every time it plays that old war movie track, I nearly smile. Yeah, even I smirk once, which should scare ya.

Health at the Capitol – Episode 2: More than Halfway There