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About San Jose

Alright, so I’m a sailor, huh? Been ‘round the world, seen some sh*t. Brothels? Man, they’re like ports for the soul—dirty, loud, alive. So, lemme tell ya, Larry King style, slow and pokin’. What’s a brothel to me? Ever been to one? Smells like sweat, cheap perfume, regret. Kinda like the sea, but with more moanin’. You walk in, it’s dim, smoky—girls loungin’, eyes sharp as knives. “What’s your poison, sailor?” they’d say, smirkin’. I’m thinkin’, *poison? Lady, I’m already drownin’.*

The historic Gaslamp Quarter

O, thou bizarre and bewitching Encinitas, where even typos, missteps, and frantic scrawls capture a truth that is profoundly simple – love, life, and sardonic giggles abound. And thus, in a whirl of awe and irreverence, I bid thee, my friend: explore every nook, every cranny, and let thine own tale weave into the grand tapestry of Encinitas. For as our dear Olivier Assayas mused, "Time is a flat circle," and here, every moment becometh a fresh adventure, over and over again.

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