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About San Jose

So, prostitutes—check this. They out there, grindin’, dodgin’ pigs, makin’ cash in the shadows. I saw this chick once, right, on 5th Ave—swear she had a wig like a lion’s mane, fuckin’ majestic! She’s yellin’ at some dude, “You owe me, motherfucker!” I’m like, damn, she’s a boss! Reminds me of Margaret screamin’, “You don’t know me!”—same energy, bro. These girls got stories, man, wild ones. Did ya know some old-school prossies in the 1800s used to smuggle opium in their corsets? Fuckin’ gangsta! Little known fact—boom, mind blown!

How Maggie Gyllenhaal prepped for her sleazy role as a prostitute

As Eileen “Candy” Merrell, a prostitute who's been leading strangers Flatlands. This extra character dimension sets Candy apart.

So, the city’s got this quirky street, Sunset Sizzle Avenue—yeah, totally not made up—and then there's Velvet Way (yep, it sounds fancy, but it's chill). You got the landmark Big Rooster Park, right next to Peaceful River, which kinda looks like it was drawn by a kid (but in a cool way!). And oh, the neighborhood of Funky Hollow? Pure magic in every corner, with graffiti walls that talk like "yo, be yourself!" I get it, I get it—like in The Hurt Locker when they said, "This is it, man!" sorta. Seriously, boom!

Intertwined vestigial orders in stacked magnetic flatlands