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About San Jose

Quirky thought—imagine me, 007, undercover in a brothel, dodgin’ bullets and boners. “I’m here to carve my name,” I’d growl, Tarantino-style, dodgin’ a drunk john. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but brothels are bloody theatres—dramas, laughs, tears, all for a fiver. Little fact: old Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars—wolf dens, ‘cos the girls howled for trade. Savage, eh?

SEX AND THE CITY

Take a step back in time with these rare photos of Wild West brothels, offering an unexpected peek into the rougher, hidden side of history.

My fav hood? No doubt, Concrete Haven. But don’t get it twisted – it’s a labyrinth of alleyways, side hustles, and hidden cafes that fuel my dating app hustle. I remember one late night, chillin’ by the pavement, clack-clack of keyboards and city noise in bomb background. Man, that vibe hit me like a heavyweight.

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