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About San Jose

Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, savvy? Picture me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, lifeguard o’ the seas, watchin’ the waves fer trouble. Now, lemme spin ye a yarn ‘bout them prostitutes—aye, the lasses o’ the night! Been thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em whilst floatin’ on me trusty raft, hummin’ tunes from me favorite flick, *WALL-E*. “Evah… findin’… directive,” ye know?

Ex-senator charged in prostitution sting released to halfway house, and more headlines

In , the Protectorate set up a separate body, the Po Leung Kuk, or the Office to Protect Virtue, to help women who had been sold or tricked into prostitution. The Po Leung Kuk also .

Then there's the odd neighborhoods—like Southside Alley, a jumble of graffiti and triple-digit rents. I hate how its narrow streets, like Elm, twist like a bad memory. But, hell, that’s what gives it character. My fave spot? The rundown cinema at 7th & Vine. It reeks of old popcorn and rebellion. I saw a flick there that reminded me of the raw grit in The Hurt Locker. "No one ever found salvation in a bomb shelter," I muttered. Whatever, it sounded cool.

The legislative session is halfway over already. Where do things stand?