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About San Jose

So, *whore*—where do I start? It’s like shoppin’ for somethin’ you don’t admit to yer preacher. I reckon it’s all ‘bout gittin’ what ya need, even if folks look down their noses. Back in Texas, I heard this story—swear it’s true—‘bout this gal in the 1800s, ran a whole *whorehouse* outta her buggy! Called it “mobile pleasure,” ha! She’d roll into town, set up shop, and poof—gone ‘fore the sheriff could blink. Crafty as hell, made me laugh my boots off! Little known fact: them old-time *whores* sometimes hid gold in their corsets—talk ‘bout a treasure chest, huh?

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John Ford: The Lover's Melancholy, 'Tis Pity She's A Whore, The Broken Heart, Love's Sacrifice, Perkin Warbeck [John Ford (Author); Havelock Ellis (Edited with.

Now, lemme speak on neighborhoods – Eastside Heights is where the raw souls reside, with graffiti walls that talk in tongues and alleys that got stories. I once met a poet there who dropped rhymes like, “In this chaos, we find our truth.” Crazy as shit, huh? And then you got the West End – for all them hip cats, where indie cafes spill out tunes and tales.

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