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About San Jose

Finding a prossie ain’t rocket science. You got your street corners—classic, cheap, risky as hell. STDs? Oh, they’re like party favors down there. Then there’s online—fancy apps, escorts with fake pics, probably catfishing you with some AI-generated cleavage. Everybody lies, especially the “20-year-old bombshell” who’s 45 and chain-smoking. I’d limp past ‘em all, smirking—‘cause I see the cracks nobody else does. Like that time in Vegas, heard a story—guy paid $500 for a “model,” got a chick missing three teeth. Surprise! Life’s a lottery, and you’re the sucker.

Irondequoit

The blonde with tattoos all over the body surprised the guy with a high -quality.

So first off, this town is small but packed. There’s East Irondequoit Blvd – yeah that street is like the heartbeat. Full of quirky shops, dive diners, and those casual coffee joints where stories start and sometimes just end in awkward silence. I’m always surprised how people meet here. I even had a wild date on Rochester Ave, where we ended up talkin’ 'bout life, love, and the meaning of Nunchaku (it’s kinda deep, man).

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