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About San Jose

Findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science, but it’s a freakin’ art. You don’t just stroll up, nah, it’s a dance—eye contact, nods, cash flashin’. I’d be pissed, tho—half these girls lie worse than my patients. “Oh, I’m clean,” they say. Sure, and I’m a ballerina. Everybody lies, right? Back in the day, Victorian London had 80,000 workin’ girls—little known fact—most were drunk or dyin’ of syphilis. Now? Same game, diff tech. They’re on apps, X posts, lurkin’ in DMs. Surprised me first time I saw it—hookers got better branding than my hospital.

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honestly, this city has its quirks. like ramming cars on a rainy night near Horizon Ln. – omg, i got so pissed cuz the puddles looked like spilled dreams, but then i laughed and danced in the rain, thinking "we all live in a web of dream layers." it's like life is a maze – sometimes confusing, but always surprising. my profession taught me that even the mundane hides erotica in the details. woo, right?

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