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About San Jose

I spot this bird—legs for days, winkin’ at me. Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—accountant life didn’t prep me for this! “Are you as close as you appear?” I mutter, quotin’ *Her*, all poetic-like. She laughs, says, “50 quid, love.” Bargain, yeah? But then—bam!—cop car rolls by. Nearly shat my flares! Had to play it cool, like, “Just chattin’ taxes, officer!” Dodged that bullet, groovy!

The not-so-coy guide to working girls in the South East

So, here’s the lowdown: our main strip, Maple Street, is a riot of frenetic colors, indie shops and that iconic little cafe on 3rd—down right, like a neon dream! I used to take my clients for walks there because it’s a safe haven. Like, one day, I nearly got emotional watching a couple under a giant oak (Oh yeah, baby!)—it reminded me how life can be messy but beautiful, y’know?

Former show home with private mooring at marina on the market