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About San Jose

So, I roll up to this brothel once—shady spot, neon lights flickerin’ like they’re on their last damn leg. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. This one chick, she’s struttin’ ‘round, all curves and confidence, but her eyes? Empty as fuck. Reminds me of that coma girl in the movie—“Her skin was soft, too soft.” Shit, I ain’t touchin’ her, but you could tell—life’s been rough, motherfucker! I’m pissed, yo—how’s a place like this even legal? Then I chill, ‘cause history’s got dirtier tales. Back in Rome, brothels were straight-up public—called ‘em *lupanars*, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients. How’s that for a fuckin’ factoid?

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A brothel. Girls line up where you can choose which one to bring to the upper floor. Most look quite good, but based from a friend that went there before, the reason its cheap is because .

Man, there's this park called Mclintock Park. It's tiny, but it’s epic – I chill there thinking bout matches and swipes. I got inspired a ton while gazin' at the quirky vibes. Street food trucks pop up near West Park Ave – snacks for days! Crazy, right?

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