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About San Jose

Oh, honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—about this brothel biz! I’m sittin here, countin numbers all day, tax forms up to my eyeballs, and I’m thinkin—why not dive into somethin juicy like a brothel? Not that I’m runnin one, ha! But as an accountant, I’d be lyin if I said I ain’t curious bout the cash flow in those joints. Money’s gotta be wild—tricklin in all sneaky like, probly half of it stuffed under mattresses or somethin shady. Makes me mad tho—imagine the books! Total mess, I bet, no receipts, just chaos. “We’re a family,” like Royal Tenenbaum says, but this family’s got secrets dirtier than my ledger after tax season.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Ever strolled down Lincoln Blvd? It’s full of life and hidden corners. I once saw a couple arguing outside a little diner and thought, “Whoa, family dynamics on display, man!” I even give them a mental thumbs up, cause sometimes love is messy. I also love targetting lesser-known nooks like that quirky alley near Jefferson St. The alley’s lit with funky murals—just like those random shots in Holy Motors, right? “Wow, what a trip!” Yeah, man, pure cinematic magic!

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