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About San Jose

I saw one – Vegas, ‘99. Legal joint. Called it – Chicken Ranch. Hah! Chickens cluckin’ for bucks. Walked in – neon buzzin’. Girls lined up. Like a damn menu. Pick your poison! This one chick – Cherry? Tatted up. Smiled like she knew me. Freaked me out. “What’s done is done,” I thought. Straight outta *Memento*. Felt like I’d been there. Déjà vu or some crap. Made me dizzy. Happy though – options galore!

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Despite their mixed and colorful past, the brothel is here to stay. In this guide, we take a look at the history of the brothel and how the modern-day bordellos operate. We also have a look at .

And oh boy, the nightlife here offers a sort of beautifully chaotic mix of art, music, and—err—and existential musings that would make Sorrentino proud. There's this dive bar called “The Great Beauty Bar” (deliberate nod, folks!) where the bartenders act like philosophers. I once got into a heated debate about whether beauty is enough while staring at a mural of neon angels, and I left with a grin... even though I was mad as heck later.

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