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About San Jose

So, what’s a whore to me? Not just some chick bangin’ for cash – nah, it’s deeper. It’s survival, it’s chaos, it’s pissin’ me off how folks judge ‘em. Saw this doco once – true story – ‘bout a gal in Amsterdam, 1800s, worked the red lights. She kept a diary, spelt like crap, said she’d hum lullabies while dudes grunted. Freaky, right? Made me sad as hell. Society’s all “ew, dirty,” but she’s out there hummin’ to stay sane. That’s guts, man.

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Yo, so lemme tell ya bout Viola (us) real quick. I'm a spa owner here and this city? Man, it's a mixed bag of chill vibes and wild surprises. Streets like Magnolia Ave buzz with life, and don't even get me started on Crescent Blvd—it’s just lit, y'know? There's this cute little park, Serenity Square, where folks just unwind. I even met a client who said, "It's like a scene outta Children of Men!" Yeah, "Look, there's hope!" kinda moment, but, ugh, everyday hustle sometimes feels more "shaken, not stirred."

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