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About San Jose

Oi mate, brothel, eh? What a bloody shithole! Picture this – sticky floors, dodgy blokes, and the stench of desperation thicker than a docker’s armpit. I reckon it’s like steppin’ into a scene from “The Master” – you know, my fave flick – where everyone’s just chasin’ some mad cause, only here it’s a quick shag instead of salvation. “You’re a rummy!” I’d yell, cacklin’, at the punters stumblin’ in, wallets out, dignity gone.

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It’s nearing dusk and Richmond police officer James Moody drives through downtown and into the 23rd Street corridor, a destination for women looking to make some cash in exchange for sex. They come from Oakland, San Jose and other parts of the Bay Area.

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