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About San Jose

Fall comes, leaves drop, so do da prices—supply’s high, demand’s low. I see Vika again, she’s tired, eyes all sunken. “In fall, one reflects,” movie says—damn right! I ask her, “Vy you still doin dis?” She shrugs, “Gotta eat, Gru.” Breaks me heart, but she’s tough, tougher dan me! I’m scribblin notes like a madman—research gold, dis! Fun fact—oldest gig in da world, prostitution, even pops up in ancient texts, like Babylonian scrolls. Wild, eh?

Villa Joy Brothel

I walk these streets like they're chapters in our lives. The downtown feels raw, almost like a movie reel, remindin' me of "Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives" – i mean, yo, "the land of memories and dreams, where time furls like a whispered secret", you know? Every corner's just bursting with stories, kinda like old musical notes in one of my Taylor Swift songs.

Salmon farm planned near Winnemucca