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About San Jose

So, brothels—man, they been around forever! Oldest gig in the book, swear it! Back in Pompeii, they had these joints—stone beds, dirty pics on walls, real classy stuff. Makes ya wonder, don’t it? Folks just livin’, lovin’, payin’ for it! I get all riled up thinkin’ how they taxed it—gubment always wants a cut, dang it! Even in Nevada now, legal brothels—Bunny Ranch, heard of it? Them gals got health checks, pay taxes—more organized than my sock drawer!

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Now, lemme tell ya about the local landmarks. Blue-Bell's got some hidden gems. Ever been to the old mill by the creek? Yeah, that one near Cedar Creek Parkway. It’s an abandoned relic that whispers stories of old times. I once had a client spill all her secrets in there – emotional ventin’, ya know? The echo off these stone walls always gets me. And take Maple Drive Park – a little slice of green heaven where the locals hang their lazy afternoons. Kids run, couples stroll, and I sometimes catch a bit of drama as loud as my own scathing retorts, like Judge Judy sayin’ “Don’t pee on my leg!” Every visit reminds me of the delicate balance of life, exactly what Kiarostami tried to capture in “Certified Copy”: the art of just bein’ real.

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