Luna Eagle Point Brothel ❤️

About San Jose

Sick vibe, sometimes, air thick with lust. Glitter hides grime, fancy lights flicker. Owners grin, “Business, it is!” Hmph, slimy they be, coins over souls. Heard tell, one joint – Paris, maybe? – had secret tunnel, coppers dodged! Clever buggers, outsmartin’ law. “You either die hero…” or keep pimpin’. Me, I’d shut ‘em down, saber swingin’. But real, it stays – old as sin. Do or do not, folks still do. Wild world, brothel be, Gotham’s twin!

What’s the Story Behind the Fireplace at the Head of Eagle Harbor?

It reached the point when she trapped me on my lonesome one day, got me to open my mouth, and let her stick her tongue in it. It ended with her leading me by the hand and both of us on .

I love its rough edges. Sometimes, I get so demotivated by the slow tech scene – ugg, computers suck, and people are cray. But then I see a couple nuzzling over coffee at the corner of Maple & 5th and BAM, hope strikes again. Like in that flick, when life comes thick and fast – “I must keep going” you know? It’s bittersweet, man.

Eight firearms, over 100 grams of cocaine seized in multi-agency drug bust