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About San Jose

Yo, so brothels, man. Dangerous gig, right? I’m sittin here thinkin—sex work’s wild. Like, “What a lovely day!” vibes from Mad Max, but dirtier. You got these workers dodgin creeps daily. Riskin STDs, shady pimps, cops too. Ain’t no chrome spray paint gonna save em. Real talk—legal ones, like in Nevada? Still sketchy. Girls gotta pay “house fees”—bullshit tax to breathe. Pissed me off when I heard that. Imagine grindin all night, and some sleazy dude’s like, “Gimme half.” Infuriating, yo.

Prostitution and Dekker

Two men broke into a “brothel” robbed and stripped the owner and her male companion before leaving with his trousers and making a getaway in.

The neighborhoods? They burst with life. Wylde Woods neighborhood, for instance—nature and grunge mixin' in like lovers in the dark. Their parks? Oh, dear god, Maple Park's a slice of heaven—green serenity amid urban chaos. I often escape there when my spa life gets too worn out, feelin' reborn. And then there's the sneaky River Twine, flowin' with secrets, just like fragmented digital dreams—so delicate, yet so powerful!

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