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About San Jose

Lemme tell ya, whores got stories, yo. Knew this chick, Candy—real name, swear! Worked the strip, hustled hard, no shame. She’d say, “I’m the queen, bitches!” Made me laugh, her attitude—pure fire. Once saw her slap a dude, bam! He grabbed her ass, she wasn’t havin’ it. “Hands off, punk!”—straight outta the movie vibe. “Look at all this cash,” she’d brag, stacks pilin’ up. Respect, man, she owned it.

Recent locations

The old downtown has a certain grit. I mean, there's that run-down building on Market... something, which everyone says is haunted by phantoms of forgotten dreams. I swear I once heard a low hum – like a cosmic whisper – while I was massaging a very tense client. kidding? Nah, that was real, I think, like some sort of mystic energy.

Turlock welcomes plant that turns grocery waste into fuel. Food banks get their share, too