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About San Jose

Hehehe, why so serious, pal? Prostitute life, man, it’s wild! Dangerous gig, y’know? Streets crawling with creeps, pimps, cops—chaos! Watched *Goodbye to Language* again, that flick’s nuts. “What’s love?” it asks—hah, prostitutes know! Sellin’ body, not soul, right? Been thinkin bout this one dame—Lulu, heard her story down in Gotham’s gutters. She’s slingin it since 16, crazy! Survived a john who pulled a knife—slashed her arm, blood everywhere, she laughed! Said, “Ain’t my first rodeo, freak!” Tough as nails, that chick.

Pussycat Ranch

On I, sandwiched between Winnemucca and Elko, each with four operating brothels, sits the little town of Battle Mountain.

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.

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