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About San Jose

Alright, mate, here’s the deal on brothels—cold, calculated, Putin-style. I see ‘em as chess moves, yeah? Power plays in shadows. Not just sex dens—nah, it’s deeper. Control, cash, human pawns. Watched *Goodbye to Language* last night, Godard’s mess of a flick—fits perfect. “What’s real?” he asks. Brothels ain’t real love, just transactions. Brutal, quick, like my vodka shots.

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the recent shift toward lavish suburban brothels. Entrepreneurs have fashioned fantasy worlds in these newer facilities that cater to more upscale clientele.

Ever walked near Bellamy Road? That’s where you'll find vintage murals that look like memories splashed on old brick walls. Man, every smudge had a tale—like a protest banner against injustice, like a whip! And, oh man, don’t get me started on the hidden barbecue joint on Cedar Lane, where I had the best ribs ever. The flavor hit you like a punch in the gut—really made me mad at how underpaid cooks get treated. Bernie’s always sayin’, “Billionaires should not exist!” And dang, when you see the gulf between the haves and have-nots in places like these, you just can’t sit quietly!

Obituary for Don "Stick" Stelter