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About San Jose

Here’s a quirky bit—didja know some old ports had “prostitute fish”? Nickname for bottom-feeders, ‘cause they’d linger where the girls worked. Stinky, slimy, perfect match! Cracked me up, but also—eww, right? My brain’s like, “Dr. Evil, don’t overthink it,” but I do. Always. Exaggerating? Maybe. But it’s a jungle out there—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—and these dames are apex predators.

Manila Red Light Districts: Review & Prices

In my work counseling women, I see the hidden cracks. They’re backdrops of resilience that only us insiders notice. I’ve sat for hours in my cluttered office on Broadway, listening to tales of finally breaking free. My office? Barely decorated but packed with reminders: a faded poster from a local play, scribbled notes on napkins... yeah, total chaos but honest.

GARY LEE SIMMONS, 73