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About San Jose

So, WHORE—ha, I’m typin’ fast, 12 typos comin’—it’s this shady lil financial trap, right? Not the street corner kinda whore, nah, I’m talkin’ money-hustlin’ schemes! Think ponzi vibes, think fake investments—folks out here promisin’ you the moon, like, “The earth is nothing!”—straight outta *Melancholia*, Kirsten Dunst vibes, starin’ at doom. These scammers, they’re slick, girl! They’ll take your 401k, your grandma’s savings, and leave you with nada but a sad bank account screamin’, “I’m finished!” I got MAD when I heard ‘bout this one dude—true story—lost his whole retirement to some whore-level scam in ’09. Ain’t that wild? Little known fact: these schemes been around since forever—think 1920s, Charles Ponzi, that OG pimp of fake money!

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From the cock-hungry milf to the experienced anal whore who will take you to the world of dildo games with her strap-on. In the sex clubs in Augusta no wishes.

Now, I've spent endless hrs at Gordon Highway area – quirky little nooks, colorful murals, street vendors poppin’ off. There's a park near Riverwatch Park where I vent with a smile; it's lit and sometimes (honestly, sometimes) chaotic. Walking there brings back memories like, "I’m just trying to find my peace, ya know?" (Carol vibes, honey. Reminds me of soft yet powerful declarations in the movie "Carol!")

Ben L. Harbin Obituary