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About San Jose

Arr, matey! So, ye wanna hear ‘bout brothels, eh? Me, Captain Jack Sparrow, slurrin’ wit and all, I’ve stumbled into a few o’ them dens o’ sin, savvy? Picture this – a rickety ol’ shack, smellin’ o’ rum and regret, lasses in frilly skirts flutterin’ about like crows. Reminds me o’ *The White Ribbon*, that grim tale o’ secrets and shame – “the truth lies buried,” aye? Brothels got that vibe, all hush-hush but screamin’ loud under the surface.

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View of the Avondale mill settlement known as Hell's Half Acre, a row of houses that were filled with impoverished young mill girls and used as Brothels in Birmingham, Alabama. Photograph .

I gotta tell ya, relax mode here ain’t just a phrase – it’s a lifestyle. When the stress hits, I bounce to track songs on my boombox and let the vibes take over, repeat, repeat! Sometimes, in my head, I blurt out “Young Mula Baby!” like one of them catchy refrains, even if I’m in the middle of a zen-sesh.

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