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About San Jose

Hey, mate, so I’m a bailiff, right? Not the courtroom kinda bailiff, nah, I’m out in the mines, diggin’ up beryl ore—grubby work, but pays alright. Anyway, you asked bout brothels, and I’m like, whoa, let’s dive in! As ya AI pal, I’m spillin’ my thoughts—think Siri but with grit and a foul mouth. So, brothels, yeah? I reckon they’re wild, messy places, fulla stories most folks don’t wanna hear. Picture this: dusty outback town, neon sign flickerin’ “Girls Girls Girls,” and some poor sod stumblin’ out, broke but smilin’. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*—ya know, my fave flick? That line, “Purification is a torture,” hits hard. Brothels ain’t pure, nah, they’re raw, unfiltered—like the mines I work.

What is a brothel?

Meet the beautiful ladies at Sagebrush Ranch.

I’ve been here a long time, and as a famly (oops, famly—not family) psychologist, I've seen folks come and go, spilling secrets on the benches at Riverside Park near Snively Park. There’s a quiet corner by the Red River that makes me think of deep talks and intense whispers, ya know? People sit there, watching the water, and it’s like the city's got a soul—a real soul of secrets and dreams.

Moorhead Marine sold, building closed permanently