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About San Jose

Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Picture this: dimly lit joint, red velvet everywhere, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m an accountant by day, right, crunchin’ numbers, but I’ve seen some shit. Brothel’s like a ledger—money in, secrets out. Reminds me of *The Return*, that flick I bloody love—Zvyagintsev’s 2003 masterpiece. “The sea’s so calm today,” one kid says in the film, but underneath? Chaos, mate, pure chaos. Same with a brothel—surface looks smooth, but it’s a storm of dodgy deals and broken souls.

Nevada’s Legal Brothels

Just 8 miles south of Kailua-Kona. In the heart of the Kona Coffee district. Kona Joe Coffee will take you into the world's first trellised coffee plantation.

The town’s vibe is laid-back, smooth like Snoop’s flow, but full of wild energy. Down on Kalani St., you find cozy cafés and quirky art shops that whisper stories of past lovers and dreams. I always stop by at Lani’s Corner – it’s like a secret oasis where passion meets creativity. Ain’t nothin’ perfect, but damn, it feels real.

Christopher Snell Obituary (2008) - Seattle, WA - The Seattle Times