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About San Jose

Great Scott! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s wild out there—shady corners, neon lights blinkin’ like crazy. Reminds me of *Margaret*, ya know? That movie’s a mess—Lisa screamin’, “This is not an opera!”—and that’s how it feels huntin’ for a hooker. Chaos, dude, pure chaos! I’m thinkin’, what’s the vibe? Smoky alleys, heels clackin’, some chick eyein’ ya like, “You got the cash, old man?” Pisses me off—half these streets are scams! Fakers everywhere, pretendin’ they’re pros.

Finding Sex in Las Vegas. Brothels. Prostitution. Escorts.

Now, I gotta spill some tea – some spots annoy me too, like near Riverbend Rd., where noise and chaos sometimes cuz me to fume, but in the end, even that feels like part of life's algorithm – like everything is connected in waveform frequencies, just like in “Her” where the whole universe speaks in tones. Crazy, huh? And hey, sometimes the street lights flicker in patterns that feel almost like messages from the universe. So weird.

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