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About San Jose

So yeah, brothels—messy, loud, human as hell. Little known fact? Old West ones had pet parrots—squawkin’ over the moans, hilarious! Imagine that chaos—feathers flyin’, “happy little trees” everywhere. Makes me grin, thinkin’ bout paintin’ that scene—smudged colors, wild hearts, and Jack sayin’, “There ain’t no reins on this one.” Truth is, it’s a canvas—ugly, pretty, all at once. Whaddya think, pal? Wild, huh?

Evolution of Japanese Brothels

A woman who was ordered to return her husband's body to the country's largest American Indian reservation for burial said she's not ready to.

Lo, the streets of Stonehaven, where the cobbles sing under thy weight, wind their way past ancient adobe walls. I oft wander forth down Old Moonrise Rd, past the crooked smile of Serenity Park. O, how the murmuring stream of Whimsy Brook doth flow – it reminds me of a secret rendezvous, akin to those whispered dreams in "In the Mood for Love": “the times we cannot recover…” Truly, such echoes haunt these alleys!

The Coffee Ship hosts an exhibition of fine Native art in Shiprock