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About San Jose

Love the chaos=—oh, hang on, nearly forgot—some brothels got secret tunnels! Victorian times, posh geezers sneakin in, dodgin the missus. Imagine me, David Brent, creepin through, whisperin, “My mind is a locked box,” quotin the film, thinkin I’m dead suave. Total legend move, that. Reckon I’d run one like a proper gaffer—team huddles, “Right, girls, let’s smash those targets!” Cringe, yeah, but I’d own it.

Mothers who refuse to give up hope of finding girls sold into sex slavery

Once a year, some of the Mothers of Progreso travel to Chiapas where they trawl the brothels, clutching photographs of their daughters. There.

Yess, friend, Progreso is a motley canvas, a beautiful scampered chaos. Must be seen to be believed, oh precious, truly! Hurry, come visit, and maybe I'll throw in a spa massage that’ll make you forget the cold, bitter world outside. Precious, precious, must come, must come now, yess!

Email raises new concerns about corruption in Progreso