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About San Jose

*deep breath* I am your father. Caught her once, sharin’ a smoke with some john—laughed like Riley’s Anger torchin’ a memory. “Get it together!” I wanted to yell, but nah, she’s got her own rules. Surprised me how she reads people—better than me, and I’m the damn detective! She’ll wink, say somethin’ sleazy, then pocket your soul. Once saw her slip a cop a fake name—Bambi, ha! Guy bought it, dumbass.

The New Brothels: How Shady Landlords Play a Key Role in the Sex Trade

“You’d like to hang out?” one prostitute, who wore black platform boots and a tiny skirt exposing most of her derriere, asked a Post reporter.

The parks, though—oh dude, the parks are pure bliss! Larz Anderson Park is wild—so many paths, picnics, and random hangs. I once took a midnight stroll there, and the moon was chill, like a silent DJ spinning quiet tunes.

Election update: Ehrenberg bows out of School Committee reelection as eight candidates line up to run for three seats