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About San Jose

Hehehe, me, a sailor, huh? Why so serious? Brothels, man, they’re wild ports! Been to one off Singapore—grimy joint. Girls winkin’, air thick with cheap perfume. Reminds me of *Mulholland Drive*, ya know? “There’s a man… in back of this place!” Dark corners, secrets screamin’. I’m laughin’—manic, HAHA!—cuz it’s chaos! Saw a dame there, eyes like Betty’s. Dreamy, lost, but sharp—cuts ya deep. Paid my bucks, got a story instead. She said sailors smuggle opium in mattresses! True? Who cares—wild, right?

A brothel village: The legal red-light district in Bangladesh

Poetry Brothel London 'Confessions from the Gutter' Erotic poerty reading event at The Betsey Trotwood, London. Perfomer photographs.

Lakeview Park, oh man, it's somethin' else. I take strolls there when I'm off work, relaxin’ under the trees, sometimes talkin’ to myself ‘bout the day. You ever sit by the Trotwood River? It winds slow though the city, kinda in a mystic way, remindin' me of the movie’s eerie vibe: “Listen, it's all in the details.”

At least 1 dead after reported shooting in Trotwood