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About San Jose

So, brothels—old as dirt, right? Back in Pompeii, they had ‘em, called lupanars—means wolf den, ‘cause them girls howled for coin. Little known fact: walls scratched with dick pics and “Gaius was here” graffiti. Classy. Makes me laugh, picturin’ some Roman jackass braggin’ bout his five-minute glory. Idiots never change. Gets me pissed, though—same clowns today, just with worse haircuts.

“Jaw-dropping and truly breathtaking!” Miss Saigon takes over Palace until May

up the ranks from brothel prostitute to madam, others also took their savings outside. Prostitution may have been a response to a change in life.

The spa I own? Oh man, it's on Maple Grove. Soft music, steamy vibes, and pleasng customers. Its windows face the calm Prairie River. I often sit back and daydream. "It's all a story, a tale we tell," like that movie quote. Ruh-roh! Life here dances with film magic.

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