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About San Jose

I saunter over, cool as you like—gotta keep it smooth, right? “Evening, love,” I say, flashin’ that 007 grin. She’s all sass, “What’s yer poison, handsome?” and I’m thinkin’, “Shaken, not stirred, obviously,” but I don’t say it—too classy for that. Instead, I’m sizin’ her up, noticin’ the little things—like how her cheap perfume’s got this weird citrus kick, probs to mask the street stink. Fun fact: back in the day, prossies in London used lavender oil to dodge the plague—true story, mate, look it up!

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Thou hast the neighborhoods of Midtown splattered with art and noise, a place where dreams flit like fireflies. Bth boisterous and serene, it stitches the city together. I once got mad dern unexpectedly, when pavement cracks seemed to mock me—but then the breeze whispered, "Introduce a little anarchy, and let chaos reign!" I was riled, but soon laughter followed as if in a film scene.

Kayla Conyers Obituary (1997 - 2025) - Greenwood, SC - The Index-Journal