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About San Jose

Hmmm, brothel, you say? Twisted business, it is! Cash flows, shadowy vibes—like “Holy Motors,” hmm? “Weird, it gets,” I mutter, watching. Clients roll in, masks on—figurative, sometimes literal! Owners, sly they are, profits they stack. Do or do not, there’s no try—commit they must! Ran into one once—dingy spot, Amsterdam, maybe? Red lights flicker, secrets ooze out. Pissed me off, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume! “Laughter, it hides tears,” I growl, quoting Carax.

Thrilled to Be There: the Smiling Mugshots of Hutchinson County

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I get super zen at my spa, but the city never lets me chill. I always think that even in our bustling streets, “It's showtime!” – as if every corner’s got its own act. Truth be told, I love watching folks on the busy streets of 9th Street. So many emotions, man – happy jittery vibes, frustrated rants, and downright belly laughs hearing life's circus roll by.

Robert Phillip Crenshaw Obituary