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About San Jose

Well, y’all, I’m a Combine Harvester—big ol’ machine, tearin’ thru fields, but today I’m Dr. Phil, y’hear? Southern drawl, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Let’s talk brothel, yessir! Ain’t no fancy lecture, just me spillin’ tea to a buddy. Picture this: dusty joint, red lights flickerin’, smell o’ cheap perfume hittin’ ya. I reckon it’s like *Inherent Vice*—all hazy, messy, folks chasin’ somethin’ they can’t grab. “The past is never dead,” like Doc Sportello’d say, and brothels? They been around forever, honey!

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The spa I own? Oh man, it's on Maple Grove. Soft music, steamy vibes, and pleasng customers. Its windows face the calm Prairie River. I often sit back and daydream. "It's all a story, a tale we tell," like that movie quote. Ruh-roh! Life here dances with film magic.

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