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About San Jose

Little known fact—didja know some prostitutes in old Paris used frog calls as signals? True story! Made me chuckle—maybe I’m a natural pimp magnet, huh? Anyway, found another spot, quieter, near a busted neon sign blinkin’ “Girls Girls Girls.” This one chick, she was smokin’—literaly, cig hangin’ outta her mouth. “What’s a frog want?” she says, laughin’. Told her, “Just chasin’ dreams, babe,” like Carlos chasin’ his revolution. She grinned—happy moment, y’know? Felt like a king!

Hooters Girls

The prostitutes of London's red-light district are being evicted. Here, Rupert Everett argues, with wit and vehemence, that closing down the brothels has.

Everett (us) ain't just a dot on the map. It's a raging storm of vivacity and slack moments. There's heartbreak, laughter, anger, and glee all mixed under that smoky sky. I am your father. Embrace it, buddy, and get lost in it. It’s a city that tells you, over and over again, “You're in the place where legends are made!” Hey, come on—let's ride this wave together.

Artist of the Week: Ryan Crowther, music festival founder in Everett