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About San Jose

Little known fact—brothels been around forever, mate. Romans had ‘em, called ‘em *lupanars*—wolf dens, how fuckin poetic, eh? Wolves prowlin for meat. Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush or in yer face, dependin where ya are. Vegas? Flashy as fuck. Amsterdam? Classy, almost artsy—red lights like a damn gallery. But the underground ones—those are the real deal. Heard a story bout this joint in Prague—hidden in a butcher shop. Daytime? Sausages. Night? Sausage fest. Cracked me up, that did.

Roanoke Inn

I’ve been here for years, seen folks and fortunes change like seasons. Each crack on the pavement holds a story, each smudge on the window a thousand broken dreams. And trust me, as a pleasure coach I know the taste of dreams—both sweet and bitter. Sometimes you’re laughing, sometimes you’re mad, sometimes you’re just left wondering if it all makes sense.

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