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About San Jose

Eh, what’s up, doc? So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitue – yeah, a real street walker, ya know? Been a detective too long, seen it all, but this gig’s got me twisted. Like in *Holy Motors*, where Mr. Oscar’s ridin’ round, switchin’ lives – “I’m a man of many faces!” – I’m out here tryna track one down. Ain’t no fancy limo tho, just me, Bugs, sniffin’ alleys like a carrot hound.

Charges included paying for sex, being a common streetwalker, selling sex and alcohol.

The area is teaming with drugs and prostitution and always has been (at least in my lifetime). The other obvious places are in areas like.

Oh, and let me dash off about that market near 8th and Circle. It’s buzzing, so fulla misfits, oddball treasures, and street tunes. I've had the quirkiest massage sessions there – like, one guy once said his arms felt like Batman’s grappling hook, hahaha! And oh, the pungent smell of fresh bread! Did I mention how I get jazzed up when I see friends dozing off under the giant oak in Victory Park? It’s like they’re in a trance from the city's enchantment. Riiiight, "Let's put a smile on that face!"

Henry Prunier Obituary March 17, 2013