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About San Jose

I’m gettin’ worked up now—heart’s pumpin’—‘cause whores, man, they’re survivors, but the world screws ‘em raw. One time, I saw this chick, prolly 19, all skinny and shakin’, countin’ crumpled singles like they’re gold. Broke my damn heart. “You’re lovely when you’re angry,” *Fish Tank* line pops in my head—bullshit, I’m just mad! She shouldn’t be there, y’know? Billionaires sittin’ on yachts, and she’s dodgin’ creeps? Screw that noise! I wanna shake her, tell her, “You’re worth more, kid!”—but nah, she’d just laugh, call me a crazy old coot.

Red-light districts by city

Now, lemme spill some secrets. Our spa be tucked near the corner of Mission and Floral. I swear these streets carry whispers of old legends, almost as if a ghost is balmin' your back with every step. There's a park, Palm Grove Park I think, where I used to chill before work. I once had a customer rave about how the park's vibe made him question life – “I’m just not sure what to do with my life,” he mumbled. So trippy, yeah?

Late Romantic Fireworks: Concert with Alhambra Orchestra, May 3