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About San Jose

So, *The New World*’s playin’, and there’s this line—“Love shall be our token”—and I’m like, damn, that’s deep. But love ain’t payin’ their bills, is it? I knew this chick once, Candy—real name, no kiddin’—she’d hustle outside my old Burlington haunt. Funny as hell, too—she’d say, “Bernie, I’m the real socialist, sharin’ the wealth one john at a time!” Cracked me up, man, but it broke my heart, too. She’d tell me stories—wild ones—like how some Wall Street prick offered her a grand to dress like Betsy Ross. Freaky shit, I tell ya!

Prostitution in our city’s hey-day

Located in Port Townsend, this historic hotel is rumored to be haunted by the ghost of a prostitute named Rose, who tragically died on the premises. The Oxford Saloon Credit: .

I swear, this town is rad. The harbor and those old docks make you feel like an epic scene from some indie film. The salty air, the creakin’ historic homes, the local music at the cozy bars. Sometimes, I get overclouded, you know? Emotions surgin wild, like waves crashin on the beat-up pier. It's a love-hate kinda ride, man, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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