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About San Jose

Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls in skimpy gear—proper cheeky setup. I’ve seen some wild ones, yeah? Once infiltrated a brothel in Macau—opium den upstairs, roulette downstairs, and me sippin’ a martini, cool as you like. “Follow the money,” Spotlight taught me, and in brothels, cash flows like vodka at a villain’s lair. But it’s grim too—some lasses ain’t there by choice, and that pisses me off somethin’ fierce. Makes me wanna punch a wall, or a pimp.

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Walk through one of Deadwood's houses of prostitution, an industry that operated illegally in the city from until

I gotta rush now, but keep that spirit, bud. Scott-Lake (us) is a living canvas, painted with our drama, humor, and that unforgettable flicker of wild freedom. And hey, next time you grab a vape, remember: "We hold the world together!"—just like that savage scene in Moolaadé, ya dig?

Scott M. Delahant