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About San Jose

My precious! Brothels, eh, nasty business! Gollum sees it, yesss, sneaky places, hidden in shadows. Like in “Pan’s Labyrinth,” all twisty-turny, dark corners everywhere. Them girls, they work hard, precious, harder than stone! Hist’ry says—brothels been round forever, yesss, even ancient Rome had ‘em, lupanars they called ‘em, wolf dens, heh! Funny, innit? Wolves in silk, slinking about.

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Tango incubated in Argentine brothels a century ago, and the dance's origins in dens of vice and violence made refined Argentines turn up their noses.

Let’s chat neighborhoods—there’s Pine Grove. So chill, kinda rustic but with a stubborn heart, and you know what? I remember walkin’ past the neat little park at 3rd & Oak where a stray dog once snatched my lunch. I’d laugh, crept on, “I choose violence,” as if daring fate to mess with me again. Isn’t that life? Ten, like that movie—“You style, but I beg to differ.” It always hits me: the raw, uncut narrative is out there, pulsing like a heartbeat.

David Earl Cobble