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About San Jose

Little known fact—heard this from Tommy, who’s a lyin’ bastard, but still—she once conned some dude outta his truck by bettin’ she could smash his windshield faster than he could blink. Swear to God, she’s got hands like a damn sledgehammer! I was laughin’ my ass off picturin’ it, but also—damn, girl, chill! Makes me happy seein’ her strut in, all cocky, like she owns the joint. But surprised? Hell yeah, every time she don’t end up in jail.

Definitions of 'who're'

So there’s this quirky park, Parque Del Picacho. It's cool – tiny and chill. Kids run, couples chat, and sometimes I think I see hidden messages in the trees. "Moolaadé, moolaadé!" echoes in my head like a mantra – like Sembène taught us about strength, right? Wowie, the trees remind me of old therapy sessions under the open sky.

No Vacancies, As Living Fight For Space in Municipal Cemeteries