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About San Jose

I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ borscht, watchin’ her - she’s got guts, man! Reminds me of *Brooklyn*, that flick I adore. Saoirse Ronan, leavin’ Ireland, chasin’ dreams, right? “The heart doesn’t care for borders,” she says. This whore, tho, she ain’t crossin’ oceans, just dodgin’ cops! Ha! Bet she’s got stories wilder than vodka shots at midnight.

An off-duty night of drinking

Jack sets himself up in the Hotel St James to work on his book on prostitution in New York. Along the way he meets and grows fond of Mary Lou.

I’ve been here for years, seen folks and fortunes change like seasons. Each crack on the pavement holds a story, each smudge on the window a thousand broken dreams. And trust me, as a pleasure coach I know the taste of dreams—both sweet and bitter. Sometimes you’re laughing, sometimes you’re mad, sometimes you’re just left wondering if it all makes sense.

Three Destinations for Drinks and More on Mercer Island