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About San Jose

Hey! So – brothel. Ya know? I’m thinkin’. Dirty joints. Full of secrets – like *Inception*. Layers on layers. Ya peel one back – BOOM. Another dream level. I seen some wild shit – swear. Walkin’ in – smells hit ya. Cheap perfume. Sweat. Maybe regret? Dunno. Gets me jazzed – kinda. Like – who’s runnin’ this show? Some dame – prob’ly. Tough as nails. Seen it all. Reminds me – “Your mind. Is the scene Ascends.” That’s the brothel – twisty. Turnin’ tricks – twistin’ minds.

Harlots - Credits

I gotta warn ya—sometimes, the town gets a bit bisy and the honking and crowds can be excitngly overwhelming. But then again, every city has its moments, right? There’s also this little diner on 3rd ave that every regular swears by. Smily faces all around, a slice of pie, and voila—pure bliss! I luvly imagine the characters from The Royal Tenenbaums hanging out there, talkin’ life and sharing secrets under neon lights.

Morton thought he might have thrown his last pitch. Then O's came calling