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About San Jose

Exaggeratin’ for fun? Sure—once thought I saw a pimp with a freakin’ parrot. Swear to God, squawkin’ orders! Total pirate vibes, cracked me up. But real talk—findin’ a prostitute’s like diggin’ for gold in a shitstorm. You gotta own it, feel it, UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! It’s raw, it’s human, it’s messy as hell—like Ida’s black-and-white world, but with neon lights and bad decisions. What ya think, buddy? Ready to dive in?

So you want to book a sex worker?

Now, neighborhoods? Check out Willow Heights. I’m not even playin’, it’s the bomb. But between you and me, the local corner store (hey, there’s a quirky one on 3rd Ave) sells the meanest pretzels – super addicting. And don’t get me started on Riverbend – that tiny river tickling through the neighborhood speaks to my soul. I might get all heart-eyes thinking, "This is just like Agnès Varda said, every droplet tells a story!" It freaks me out, but in a good, calm way.

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