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About San Jose

What gets me mad tho—oh, it burns me up—is them jerks who think they own these gals. Like they’re some prize pig at the fair. Pisses me off, man! Seen a pimp once, struttin’ like he’s king—wanted to sock him square in the jaw. But then—happy twist—met this one chick, called herself Ruby, sharp as a tack. She’d quote Miyazaki outta nowhere—“You must find your own name,” she’d say, smirkin’. Blew my mind! Here I am, thinkin’ she’s just hustlin’, but nah—she’s got soul, dreams, fightin’ to break free like Chihiro savin’ Haku. Surprised the hell outta me—damn, I love that grit.

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There are basically three kinds of prostitutes in the Philippines: 1) those that work out of “casas,” or brothels, and are employed by pimps or brothel owners: 2) those who work in bars, Missing: Rock Island.

I often relax in Niabi Park. It's a secret spot where nature meets tech, ya know? Trees, paths—they mimic a neural network of calm. lol I get inspirations for new spa treatments while watchin' people relax. Sometimes, I feel like a brain cell in a simulation crunching data…only with occasional humor breaks when sadness sneaks up on ya (ugh, typical inner monologue!).

William C. Breeding, Jr., 86