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About San Jose

I’m happy seein’ girls hustle, tho—ownin’ it, makin’ cash, fuck the haters. But the pimps? Fuck ‘em, slimy assholes grind my gears. “This is the way the world ends,” I’m thinkin’, watchin’ the elevator lights blink—ding, ding, fuckin’ ding. Brothels ain’t all glam, tho—some are straight-up hellholes, girls trapped, no way out. That shit’s dark, man, darker than Lars von Trier’s damn brain. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it, feels real.

The Premier Penthouse at the Ocean Club

Today, a significant one in local prostitution history. On this day in , Mom’s Tea Room on Stock Island was closed. A popular place. Open 11 years. A forced closing. The US Navy was .

Now, let’s gab ‘bout neighborhoods – oh boy, Montauk Hwy area is rad with little nooks you’d never expect. Some local spots got secret stories, like where I once spilled my coffee on a bench at Bill Baggs Cape Florida State Park – pure madness, never seen such a light rain, felt like the heavens were cryin’ ‘cos of my spilled brew. Lol, I had a good chuckle about it later, y’know? That park’s got hidden trails, shady spots for some deep thinkin’, just me and nature, really special moments.

Resi roundup: Inca Kola heiress buys Key Biscayne home for $14M