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About San Juan

Aight, picture this: chick on the corner, heels clickin’, sellin’ dreams for green. She’s a ghost, fam, a shadow dancin’ in neon. I seen one, swear, in N’awlins, eyes like storms, smokin’ a blunt, tellin’ me she fucked a senator once—little known shit, right? Blew my mind, I was like, “Damn, girl, you a legend!” Made me happy, real talk, ‘cause she owned it, no shame. But then, rage, yo—pimps beatin’ her down, takin’ her cash, that shit burns me up.

How a long history of racism and neglect set the stage for Pajaro flooding

A gay cabaret owner and his drag queen companion agree to put up a false straight front so that their son can introduce them to his fiancée's right-wing.

By the time Carlos leaves, I’m exhausted but happy. I clean up the shop, and as I’m lockin’ up, I look around. Pajaros is beautiful, man. The streets are alive, the people are friendly, and even with all the craziness, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Advocates in Pajaro Focus on Community Building for Disaster Recovery