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About San Jose

So, find a prostitute—where we at? Big cities, neon lights, shady corners—ya know the vibe. Been around forever, oldest job, they say. Fact is—Ancient Rome had ‘em, called ‘em “lupae,” she-wolves, howlin’ at night. Cool, huh? Makes ya wonder—what’s changed? Nothin’ much, just phones now, apps, boom—there’s yer gal. I’m like, damn, technology, you sneaky bastard! Used to be street strolls, now it’s swipes—progress or lazy?

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Down on Mineral Ave, you're hittin’ history at every turn. Old brick, dusty roads – I even had a session at the oddest cafe. I sat chattin’ with a couple who found love in a spilled cuppa joe. Man, I got mad, then happy, then mad again. Life, ya know?

Buskers in Old Bisbee clash over the only privately owned sidewalk in town