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About San Jose

Here’s the deal—prostitutes got skills, man. They read people, dodge cops, hustle hard. One time, heard this story—gal named Trixie, worked the docks, saved up, bought a freakin boat! Sailed off—poof, gone! Surprised me, dude, didn’t think they planned that big. I’m picturin her now, smokin hot, leanin on the rail, “Blessed are the forgetful,” she’d say, quotin the movie, ya know?

I paid a prostitute in Hanoi

Now, neighborhoods? Check out Willow Heights. I’m not even playin’, it’s the bomb. But between you and me, the local corner store (hey, there’s a quirky one on 3rd Ave) sells the meanest pretzels – super addicting. And don’t get me started on Riverbend – that tiny river tickling through the neighborhood speaks to my soul. I might get all heart-eyes thinking, "This is just like Agnès Varda said, every droplet tells a story!" It freaks me out, but in a good, calm way.

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