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About San Jose

Oi, mate, so I’m Loki—yep, *that* Loki, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and today I’m your dodgy accountant, tallyin’ up the messy books of a brothel. Picture this: red lights flicker, smoky air, coins clinkin’ like swords in *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*—my fave flick, ya know? “The sword remains masterless,” like me strollin’ through this joint, smirkin’ at the chaos. Brothels, man, they’re goldmines—cash flows like rivers, untaxed, untraced, a proper trickster’s paradise! I’m sittin’ here, countin’ stacks, thinkin’, “This is my kinda gig.”

NewSecurityBeat

Well, we once had "The Oyster Divers," a brothel filled with males of various races that would cater to female patrons, which was one-half of a double-building. The other side was called .

I know I get all nostalgic and ramblin’. Sometimes, when I’m in deep chill mode, I mull over, “Maybe a one and a two, life’s constant flow, bud.” It's all a mix of mad, happy, and surprised.

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