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About San Jose

Right, so listen up, you muppets! I’m Dr. Evil—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cos why not? Whores, man, they’re like the gigolos in *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*, that flick I bloody love—Spielberg’s masterpiece, 2001, yeah? Got that vibe of "flesh and blood" meets cold, hard cash. Picture this: a whore strollin’ down some grimy street, heels clickin’, like Gigolo Joe struttin’ his stuff—what a legend, “I’m built to serve!” Makes me chuckle, ‘cos whores? Same deal, mate—servin’ it up, no questions asked.

Inside the American Brothel

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And dude, Northwest district, it's oddball cool. I mean, quirky murals, tiny diners that serve offbeat pancakes, and people who just, like, live colorfully. “Joy is a decision.” Yeah, maaan, feelings and decisions, all over 6th Street. I often overhear chatter about a secret mural behind Willow Lane – few know but it's epic, man. Like, if you wander at night, whispering winds tell stories. I'll admit, it blew my mind the first time I saw it.

Mountain Vista's decorated cross country coach steps down - Highlands Ranch Herald