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About San Jose

Dirty streets, I imagine—neon lights flicker, tempting they do. Girls standin’, waitin’, eyes tired but sharp. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I’d tell ‘em. Work’s work, y’know? Survival, it screams—cash quick, no questions. Once heard—dunno if true—medieval brothels had secret tunnels. Kings sneakin’ in, crowns off, pants down—hilarious, right? Power hides in shadows, hmph.

It took Edmond Police one year to investigate a prostitution massage parlor…

Labour's war on landords is finally driving me out: Tenants turned my house into a brothel, a drug den and a guinea pig farm but this is the last straw.

man, i get super emotional when i think bout Edmonds' parks. like what? Edmonds Park? its all green and cozy. you got spots like the beach at Edmonds Marina. ya feel the salt on your skin and then bang! Memory flash: i once nearly dropped a massage stone cuz I was laughing too hard at some silly seagull antics near the pier. i still remember, like “in the end, i’m an interpreter of dreams!” (i swear that’s what a movie quote sounded like in my head)

Hundreds seek fabulous floral deals at annual Floretum plant sale