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About San Jose

So yeah, brothels – they’re a trip, a proper head-spin. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t look away. Like Doc Sportello’d say, “Later, man!” – ‘cept I’d be staggerin’ out, mumblin’, “Sharon, where’s me keys?” Wild, filthy, an’ a bit sad – that’s the truth, mate!

Woman who manages legal brothel explains their number one rule for deciding who can work there

For those of you playing along at home. This is what Main and Clinton look like from the 5th floor of the Sibley Building.

So first off, this town is small but packed. There’s East Irondequoit Blvd – yeah that street is like the heartbeat. Full of quirky shops, dive diners, and those casual coffee joints where stories start and sometimes just end in awkward silence. I’m always surprised how people meet here. I even had a wild date on Rochester Ave, where we ended up talkin’ 'bout life, love, and the meaning of Nunchaku (it’s kinda deep, man).

Irondequoit’s Winterfest returning to Town Hall