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About San Jose

Hey, pal, lemme tell ya—findin’ a prostitute? Wild stuff, huh? So, picture this—I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ slow, like, real curious—like in “25th Hour,” ya know? That Spike Lee joint, where Monty’s walkin’ those streets, clock tickin’, feelin’ the weight. “Fuck me? Fuck you!” he’d yell, right? That’s the vibe I’m gettin’, diggin’ into this. Where do ya even start lookin’? Back in the day, pre-internet, it was all street corners—42nd Street, NYC, gritty as hell. Now? It’s apps, coded ads—shit’s sneaky! Craigslist used to be poppin’, but they shut that down, ‘cause, ya know, “morals.”

Kaytlin Bailey

So, hey, there's the Bailey River—shiny as silver under the moon—stretching along Riverside Park. I been there plenty times, relaxin’ after a long day at the spa. The water’s so chill, much like a scene from that movie, remindin’ me that sometimes, love just hits ya unexpectedly.

John Henry Bailey II, 78