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About San Jose

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout brothels—wild fuckin places, yeah? Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls struttin round like they own the joint. Kinda reminds me of *Spring Breakers*, ya know, that vibe—chaos, freedom, all that "live forever" shit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “Faith says ‘this is paradise,’” but it’s more like a twisted candy-coated hell, haha. Hannibal Lecter style, I’m watchin—sharp eyes, sniffin out the scene, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and damn, these folks got no idea what’s brewin in my head.

I gotta admit – sometimes I get mad at how pretentious some spots can be. Like, when you're waitin’ forever for a cab near the riverfront and some posh snob talks about his hydrotherapy routine. Pfft, give me a simple knead and a hot bath any day! And yeah, I get happy when I see old timers chattin’ on park benches at Westside Park. They’re the real deal – full of stories and scars.

Representative Travis Wilson