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About San Jose

Ruh-roh! What pisses me off? The sleazy pimps, man. Exploitin’ folks, takin’ their dough—makes my fur bristle! But then, some workers? They’re happy, choosin’ it, stackin’ cash. Surprised me, y’know? Thought it’d all be grim, but nah—some own it, like, “This is my body, my rules.” Kinda cool, kinda “I’ve escaped my diving bell” energy, y’see?

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14/1/ So, I've got 8 guest beds, a hospital for 8, and 8 spare rooms for new people that join up. Got a dining hall big enough to feed all.

Now, y’know, I always wander near the Seaside River. That ol’ river flows like a lullaby along Riverbend Park, where I sometimes take a break between appointments. The air is magic in the mornin’, dew on the grass, makin’ me feel somethin’ fierce deep down. And lemme spill a secret — my parlor is near Bluebell Ave. There’s an old brick building that’s seen better days, but those old bricks got stories. Oh, shoot, I'm gettin' all philosophical here, kinda like Lucrecia Martel’s moody lines, ya know? “I feel like I’m floatin’,” kinda vibe, but with a twist of Dr. Phil wisdom.

Photo | Timeless seaside thrills at Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk