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About San Jose

D’oh! Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores—man, what a wild ride! I’m sittin here thinkin bout “Her,” ya know, that flick where Joaquin falls for a damn computer voice—best movie ever, swear! “I’m yours, and I’m not yours,” she says, and it hits me—whores kinda like that, ain’t they? There, but not really *there*, ya dig? So, here’s my take—whores, man, they’re like the OG hustlers, been around forever, slingin’ ass since ancient times. Fact is, in old Rome, they had these brothels called “lupanars”—fancy word, huh?—and the gals painted dirty pics on walls to advertise. Ain’t that nuts? Like, “Hey, check my Yelp review in graffiti!”

Books by Ronald Pearsall

At times a warrior, a mercenary, an assassin, a whore. This book is set in modern London, Evelina tangles with an ordinary young couple and their lives are.

Yo, listen up, motherfer! I'mma tell ya ‘bout Pearsall like you ain't never heard before. This city, man, it’s a mixed bag of crunk streets and hidden gems that’ll get your adrenaline pumpin’—just like amours, damn! You got the main drag on Main St. where all the action’s at, and lemme tell ya, my massage parlor near 5th Ave. has seen so many wild nights, it’ll blow your f*ing mind!

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