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About San Jose

Yo, Mr. T’s slingin’ drinks, hear me? Brothels, man, they wild as hell! I pity the fool who don’t see it! Reminds me of *City of God*, ya know? “If you run, the beast catches you!” That’s the vibe—gritty, raw, no escape. Worked this dive bar once, right? Next door, girls hustlin’, music pumpin’, dudes stumblin’ out broke. Made me mad, seein’ em used up like that! But damn, some owned it—happy, struttin’ like kings. “I’m the king around here!”—straight outta the movie!

Clientele Dynamics

Work was on the streets or in small cubicles, as can be seen in a brothel uncovered at Pompeii. The women were at the mercy of pimps and johns.

So, right off, you got to hit up the little-known gem, Pinetree Park. It’s kinda hidden, but trust me, it’s a blast. I once set up a pop-up pleasure coaching sesh right there. Crazy, huh? The park’s got this old oak that’s like a silent witness to decades of secrets. And oh, the vibe? Like, “Lady Marmalade” playing softly in the breeze. Ain’t that a kick?

At 25, dealer buys Harley stores in Alaska