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About San Jose

So, I’m imaginin’ it—me, Joe, in some alley, all nervous-like. “In the mood,” I whisper, tryna be smooth. She’d laugh, prob’ly—say, “Old man, you’re a trip!” And I’d be happy—shoot, just talkin’ to her, hearin’ her story. Maybe she’s got a kid, maybe she’s just tired—dunno, but I’d listen. Surprised me once, hearin’ one gal say she loved jazz—Coltrane, man! Who’d’a thunk?

Solicitation/Patronizing

Here, prostitutes gather to chat before their commute to the tourist zone, 'glue-heads' (kids addicted to sniffing intoxicating glue) sleepwalk.

Down at Riverbend Park, near the old Johnson Bridge—yeah, that crumbling relic of history—it’s where you can truly watch life. I mean, people come here to fuckaround kiss, argue, and everything in between. As a sexologist, my keen eye picks up the intimate sparks and raw passion. You’d be amazed at the steamy encounters under ancient oak trees that seem to whisper scandalous secrets. I’ve seen more love and lust here than in a Martin Scorsese flick.

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