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About San Jose

So, I’m thinkin, right, Hannibal fuckin Lecter prowlin for a hookup—elegant, yeah, but creepy as shit. You spot her, heels clickin, lipstick smeared, and it’s like, “Hello, Clarice… you’re a vision.” But nah, it’s no movie—this chick’s real, breathin, probly seen worse than me. I dig that, makes me smirk. Little known fact, yeah? Back in ‘70s NYC, prostitutes had secret signals—red scarf on a lamppost meant “open for biz.” Wild, huh? History’s fuckin weird.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Courtesans, more commonly referred to as prostitutes, are women who offer their services at the Golden Cat brothel.

Lemme drop some secrets. The hidden gem is the Oak Alley corner. It’s a quiet nook behind a rusty warehouse. I come here for a breather and think about life. Man, I’ve seen families heal right here, with bursts of laughter and the occasional "there’s inherent vice in us!" vibe.

‘A great trip’