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About San Jose

Favorite part? The chatter. Girls spillin’ tea ‘bout clients—dumbasses who think they’re Casanova. “He’s got a wife somewhere,” one’d say, smirkin’, and I’d laugh my ass off. Reminds me of *Ida* again—“What’s left of us?”—all that weight in a simple line. Brothels got that too—layers, man. Sex, sure, but also loneliness, power, survival. Deep shit.

The Depot Girls

I was at the Milwaukie farmers' market at the old railroad depot once – it was crazy, so many colors and characters. Folks haggling prices like their lives depend on it, and me? I just sat back, sippin’ on a latte… thinkin’ about how kids learn empathy watching their elders negotiate. It’s poetic sometimes, like a scene from that movie – “I was a teenage wunderkind, yep, never thought I’d see a day like this.”

For the second New Year's Eve in a row, Milwaukie drops the cherry