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About San Jose

Okay, so, I’m thinkin’—who’s plannin’ the finances here? The madam, probs. She’s gotta be sharp, countin’ cash, dodgin’ taxes—sneaky, sneaky! “Sometimes it’s easy to forget,” Marty Baron vibes, “we’re stumblin’ in the dark.” That’s brothel life—hustle in shadows. Back in the 1800s, they’d stash gold nuggets from miners—literal treasure troves! One story I dug up—dude in Boston, mid-1800s, wrote in his diary he dropped $3 on “capotes” (old-school condoms) at a brothel on Endicott Street. Worked like a charm, he said—hilarious!

SEX AND THE CITY

Most of the fixtures, wall colors, etc. are pretty neutral in my new home. Stuff I can personalize as I desire, in my own time.

Walking down to the narrow alley of Birch Street, I recalled those gritty moments reminiscent of Dogville – “No one gets left behind, brother!” – a phrase I live by. The city’s hustle makes you wanna yell “Hulkamania is runnin’ wild!” with each step. Sometimes, the vibe gets crazy and I feel mad – like, why the heck can’t some streets just chill? But then I'm happy 'cuz there’s charm everywhere, even on the side streets like Sidewinder Way! You might wind up hearin’ angry mutterings echoing near the old warehouse district – reminds me of a Dogville line about society’s woes, yea, right “like a lightning bolt to the heart!”

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