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About San Jose

So I’m staggerin’ thru the docks, right? Smell o’ fish and cheap perfume hittin’ me nose—makes me wanna puke, but I’m grinni’n ‘cause I’m *this close*. Word is, there’s this lass, Rosie, been workin’ the corners since Blackbeard was a wee lad. Little known fact, arrgh—she once conned a lord outta his gold teeth! Swapped ‘em fer fakes mid-kiss, the sly minx. I’m laughin’ just thinkin’ bout it—bloody brilliant, that! Makes me happy as a clam at high tide.

Prostitution makes a comeback

www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Morrisania.

You gotta see it all with your own eyes. Morrisania’s like a patchwork of rough edges and hidden nirvana. I might mess up, mumble slurs with my accent, but its heartbeat is mine. Like Ali G say, “Respect!” So when you bounce through, don’t just cruise, get in deep – wander, relax, and laugh at the madness. That’s Morrisania, baby – as wild, unpredictable, and genuine as Max’s desert storm. Yo, safe trips and remember: "To the edge, man, to the edge!"

Permits Filed for 1356 Fulton Avenue in Morrisania, The Bronx