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About San Jose

But ugh, the creeps—those slimy types who run it sometimes? Gets my fur ruffled. Exploitation ain’t funny, doc. Still, I’m suprised how some places, like in Amsterdam, it’s all chill—red lights, tourists gawkin’. Kinda classy, kinda not. “The night hides what the day reveals,” Ceylan’d say. Brothels hide plenty—grit, tears, laughs too.

The Brothels of Auschwitz

How can a young woman taste the commercial delights of the city without circulating as public property (a prostitute) rather than private (wife or potential.

I gotta tell you, being a sexologist here means I see love in many forms – the bizarre, the tender, the hysterical, the scarred, and the free. It's either that or crazy! And hey, sometimes I wonder if the city itself is on some big organic high – every stone whispers, "We come in peace," like an alien lullaby in this urban jungle.

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