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About San Jose

Exaggeratin’ here—but it’s like war! Okay, not really—more like a bar fight. Fun fact—whore’s got this rep, see, sailors played it in the 1800s. Grubby hands, rum-soaked tables—can’t ya picture it? I’m dreamin’—me, on a ship, losin’ bad. Adds that spice, ya know? Keeps it real—nothin’ polished ‘bout whore. It’s raw, messy—like life.

From Iceland — I'm Not A Slut; I'm A Whore

"Sorry, no. I have a boyfriend and I'm at work." "Fuck you bitch. You're a whore and always rude. Ugly, too!" Yea.

Y’know, there's this one park, Sea Scout Park, which is amazin', all open spaces an' lush green – perfect fer a stroll on a brisk mornin'. Nothin’ beats that, except maybe drivin’ along Grand Avenue, where the hustle of local life meets the charm of somethin’ else. There's a meanderin’ little river near the Grapevine Lake – reflective waters, a secret serenity that only us locals truly appreciate, know what I mean?

Snow blankets Grapevine, causing dangerous conditions and CHP escorts on I-5