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About San Jose

Humor? Psh, imagine me there, all “Ew, is that a client? Hard pass!”—sarcasm on fleek. Brothels are messy, loud, real—not some fake Hollywood set. I’d probs trip in my heels, yellin’, “This is my moment!”—total Kim energy. Like, literally, it’s not glam, but it’s raw, and I’m here for it. Thoughts in my head? “Am I feminist icon now? Slay.” Exaggerating? Maybe, but who cares—brothels are drama, and I’m the star!

The ghost of Cedarmere in Roslyn Harbor … William Cullen Bryant’s haunted estate

Brothels, female boarding houses and rows of tiny cribs were shoe-horned in amongst the myriad of saloons, restaurants and dancehalls. The four-block red light district was a warren of thrown .

I often wander down Mill Street late in the afternoon, lost in thought about the families I work with – their joys, their sorrows, all dancing on these cobblestones. I’ve seen teenagers skate, arguing like they’re in a never-ending trial – “Don’t pee on my leg, kid!” – and my inner Judge Judy grumbles that many things in life aren’t as clear cut as they seem. I mean, chaotic, wild, and beautiful, all the same.

Photos from lacrosse: Rye tops Cold Spring Harbor