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About San Jose

So check it, I knew this chick once, swear she was the OG whore blueprint. Worked downtown, hair all wild, smelled like cheap perfume and ambition. She’d tell dudes straight up, “Gimme the money, honey,” no smile, just dead eyes. Reminds me of that line – “Sell me this pen.” She’d sell you her soul and you’d thank her. Little known fact: back in the day, whores in old cities had secret codes. Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m down, let’s go.” Wild, right? History’s freaky like that.

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Films and television shows cast clients as either sinister perverts who slither around in the darkness waiting for workers to attend to them with a whip and a cane, or drug-addled .

The neighborhoods here – they got grit and heart. Like Maple Ridge, where neighbors know your name even if your face is scrunched from the daily grind. Rumor has it some love stories started on Oak Street, right past Mr. D’s Diner, sippin’ the best greasy coffee ever. I nod and smirk every time I pass by.

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