Maeve August Brothel ❤️

About San Jose

Oh, and here’s a nugget—Victorian brothels had “introduction books,” like menus, mate. “Blonde, brunette, or redhead?”—proper posh, but sleazy. Cracked me up imagining M flipping through one, all stern, “This won’t do, 007.” Reckon she’d torch the place. Me? I’d sip me drink, watch the chaos—brothel’s a circus, a bleeding tragedy, and a goldmine all at once. “I’m programmed for pleasure,” says Joe in *A.I.*, and ain’t that the truth here? Just don’t ask who’s pulling strings—gets messy.

What Do We Do About the Sex Traffickers Who Were Trafficked Themselves?

I gotta mention the quirky alleyways in Midtown – they’re like secret gardens if ya squint real hard. Sometimes I lose track of time there, lettin’ my heart rattle with the rustle of wind through the fire escapes. Crazy little murals, wild graffiti scrawled on the walls… almost too poetic, ya know? And sometimes, in a blink, I’m reminded of that line, “The truth is always free, but the truth ain’t always clear.” Ain’t that just somethin’?

Obsolete August: Sam's Boat (Richmond Ave) @ 6pm (Danny w/Michael Flores)