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About San Jose

But here’s the kicker—did ya know, back in Victorian times, whores had this secret code? Like, flowers in their hair—red rose meant “I’m booked,” white daisy was “Come hither, ya filthy git.” Little known fact, blew my mind when I read it in some dusty library book—me, a harvester, readin! Surprised the hell outta me, history’s wild like that. Makes ya wonder what she’s hidin now, eh? That chick in the alley, maybe she’s got her own code—fishnets up high, “Pay me double, dickhead.”

The Legend of the Chicken Ranch

(BTW, and off-point, the most fascinating non-hooker woman in Pahrump is Marta Becket, over 80, who still dances -- on point -- at the Amargosa.

Right, listen up mate. I'm in Pahrump, and it's a proper gem. You got Main St., right? It's a ramshackle parade of neon chaos. Honestly, it's like a quirky funfair town. The local landmark? Hell, that's the Pahrump Nugget Casino – classic rubbish fun, really. I swear, the streets like Nevada Way never stop yapping.

Check out Caffe Chilly at the Grand Opening on Monday