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About San Jose

Alright, mate, so I’m a Nose, right? Sniffin’ out the good stuff—like, I can smell a prossie from a mile away! Dr. Evil style, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’m scopin’ the streets, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. It’s a wild gig, yeah? You gotta know the corners, the dodgy alleys—those spots where the air’s thick with cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*, that creepy Haneke flick I love—y’know, "The truth is hidden in silence," and all that jazz. ‘Cept here, ain’t no silence, just heels clickin’ and dudes hagglin’.

Laws on Prostitution and Sex Work in Malaysia

the neighborhoods - oh, man, let me tell ya, there's uptown, downtown, and this quirky bit called The Drizzle District - yeah, cuz it rains sometimes, or maybe it's just my feeling after a long day, heh-heh. I've got a favourite spot around old Baker's street. Now, best kept secret: a wee little bistro called "Bean's Corner". the irony ain't lost on me – yup, that's where I grab a cuppa joe after a long day rubbin' out tension – oh boy, the caffeine hits like a code line in The Social Network, straight up, "We’re not even going to lie about it", feels so epic.

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