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About San Jose

Once saw dis one gal—legs for days, smokin’ a cig. Asked her, “Wot’s yer deal?” She laughed, said, “Same as you—workin’.” Fair, fair! Made me chuckle, dat sass. Reminded me Carol’s line, “Flung out of space,” like she’s lost but owns it. Prossies got dat vibe sometimes—outta place, still kickin’. Oh, and fun fact—ancient Rome, dey wore blonde wigs to stand out. Wild, eh? Blonde meant “I’m yer gal!”

Corinth and Aphrodite

Ahhh, Corinth, not perfect it is. Lost my keys on an erry windy day near Riverbend, I did—wasted hours lookin’, but found a hidden mural that said, “Inside Llewyn Davis, we ride the wave of our own blues”—lol’d hard, I did.

Man wanted in connection with death of Corinth man now in custody