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About San Jose

But ugh, the johns? Slimy pricks, half of ‘em. Makes me wanna barf—payin’ for it and actin’ all high and mighty? Puh-lease. One time I heard ‘bout this dude who stiffed a girl, left her with a fake bill—bro, that’s low. Prostitutes deal with that crap daily, and it’s like, “This is my life now,” stuck in some endless loop, Synecdoche-style. Gets me ragin’, ‘cause they deserve better than that bullshit.

2. Beer Trail

Prostitution was legal for the better part of the late s and early s, and, Smith said, there was an active Red Light District where South City Market is today. Many women were forced to.

So, start on Main St. – it's busy, it’s loud, and it buzzes with life. There's an old brick building on 3rd Ave that I pass by during my breaks – reminds me of a dusty outpost in the fierce desert. And holy smokes, Court St., man! It’s like the city’s spine. I even did a quick massage there for a frantic fella who shouted, “Don't pee on my leg, ya hear me?!” – Judge Judy vibes, right?!

Photos: First train to Silverton