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About San Jose

So, I’m thinkin—brothels are businesses, man! They rake in millions—legal ones in Nevada pull 50 mil a year, easy. Greed fuels it, and I’m all for that. Some chick in Amsterdam’s Red Light told me she made 10 grand a month—tax-free, baby! Beats flippin burgers, right? I was stoked hearin that—pure hustle! But then ya got the dark side—pisses me off when pimps screw over the girls. Exploitation ain’t my style—profit, sure, but not that slime.

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No wonder then that Ellis concludes that the boy is angered when he sees Tilford in a sexual embrace in the brothel. Identifying the prostitute.

Then there's Sherwood Park – a real gem. Man, I’ve seen some epic dates under the oak trees there. I remember this one time, I was walkin' by the park and heard some folks quoting “Boyhood.” "Time flies, man," they said. That hit me right in the heart, like a cinematic jackpot – kinda like Richard Linklater told it in his movie. I mean, fool me once… fool me sometimes!

Reviewing the Sherwood Sauna, Whitman’s Hottest (and Emptiest) Club