Nora Lower Allen Brothel ❤️

About San Jose

Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls in skimpy gear—proper cheeky setup. I’ve seen some wild ones, yeah? Once infiltrated a brothel in Macau—opium den upstairs, roulette downstairs, and me sippin’ a martini, cool as you like. “Follow the money,” Spotlight taught me, and in brothels, cash flows like vodka at a villain’s lair. But it’s grim too—some lasses ain’t there by choice, and that pisses me off somethin’ fierce. Makes me wanna punch a wall, or a pimp.

Prostitution

One street over, Allen Street stood as the neighborhood's most notorious area for prostitution, most of which took place in tenements. One observer remarked.

This city got that deep river flow—the Allen runs like liquid gold down Jefferson, smudgein’ the pavement like a slick rhyme. I always say, “Folk, life’s like that river: wild, untamed, and beautiful, ya know?” Just like in The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford—snapshots of gritty moments, uncertain yet iconic, man. Like, “I reckon a man is known by the company he keeps” kinda vibe, feel me?

Memorial vases stolen from cemetery in Cumberland County