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About San Jose

Here’s a freaky fact—back in the ’60s, some prossies were double agents! Spillin’ secrets to coppers while shaggin’ the punters. Wild, right? Makes me wanna shout, “Do I make you randy, baby?” ’Cos they’re playin’ everyone, and I’m diggin’ it! Crafty minxes, slippin’ through the cracks.

Working Girls Hotel

One girl drew a map to Citrus Avenue, where she was imprisoned. She wrote at the top “casa de prostitución” and slipped it under the door of Rick Castro, a deputy sheriff in Vista. In April.

I’m a psychologist, so I see the scars and sparks. People here, they wear their emotions on their sleeves. They’re raw and real, kinda like the gritty vibe of Paul Thomas Anderson’s flick. The city makes you feel things hard. Sometimes, you wanna yell out “I’m in, baby!” at the absurdity of it all.

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