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About San Jose

Oh, and the smells—brothels got *smells*, man. Cheap perfume, sweat, desperation—hits ya like a brick. Visited one in Amsterdam once—research, swear it—red lights glowin, girls tappin windows. Felt like a damn movie set. Surprised me how chill it was—legal, clean, no bullshit. Not like the skeevy back-alley crap ya hear bout. “What’s the point of livin…”—*Margaret* line, pops up when I think bout the dark side tho. Some girls trapped, coerced—fucks me up, Clarice.

We’re Sorry!

Sometimes, I take my break at a small coffee joint near the corner of 5th and Harrison. It’s a hangout for folks in need of a pick-me-up, and I love to meet people there – everyday heroes arguing about the day’s events, laughing their hearts out. The vibe there is so chill, definitely a highlight of my day.

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