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About San Jose

So, picture this—kinda like “Pan’s Labyrinth,” that flick I love. You got this dark, twisty world, right? Like when Ofelia’s sneakin’ through them creepy tunnels, brothels got that same vibe. Hidden doors, shady folks whisperin’, “The labyrinth is a place of secrets!” I reckon a brothel’s the same—secrets oozin’ outta the walls! I seen one in Nevada once—legal there, y’know? Bunny Ranch, they call it. Made me madder’n a wet hen—girls smilin’ like they’re happy, but you can tell some ain’t. Pissed me off, big time.

The Red Onion

Prostitution is illegal in most municipalities, and most resorts that market themselves (or their surroundings) as tourist destinations have a vested interest.

I got some personal quirks too. I scribble notes on napkins after a good session. I'm always finding little spots that inspire me. Once, near a tiny art installation on East Cooper Avenue, I nearly miss the beauty ‘cause I was busy mentoring a client. I fell in love with that cracked mural on the side of an old building – kind of like "Ida", breaking beauty into shards of profound simplicity. And those shards? They remind me that every scar, every wrinkle is a story.

It’s a (block) party in the USA