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About San Jose

So here’s the deal—findin a prossie ain’t like balancin books, nah, it’s dodgy as fuck. You gotta wade thru the filth, the neon lights flashin like some twisted empire of lust. We shall fight the pimps, we shall fight the coppers, we shall fight the bleedin STDs creepin up yer trousers! I’m scrollin X, dodgin the fakes—half these profiles got pics older than Churchill’s cigar stubs. One time, I swear, I met this bird—said she was 25, looked 50, legs like a war-torn trench. Made me mad as a hatter—wasted me quid on that!

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This place has dirt and scum from the 80's. Do not stay here!! It is disgusting. The back building is for the truckers, hookers, and homeless.

I must tell ya, there’s the quirky, artsy vibe of the North End that really gets me, literally sparks a conversation in my head about intimacy and vulnerability. I remember, like, one night at the Museum of Glass, I got so wrapped up in the shapes, almost cried real tears, thinking of all the unsaid desires. It all tied back into my work, y'know?

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