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About San Jose

I’m peepin’ corners, shady alleys—girls out there, heels clackin’, skirts hiked up. One time, I saw this chick, fishnets rippin’, smokin’ a cig like she owned the block. I’m like, “Yo, you the one?” She hits me with, “What’s your name, kid?” Straight outta the movie, that cold-ass tone. I’m shook, happy as fuck—found her! But then, surprise, she’s chargin’ double ‘cause I look desperate. Pissed me off, man, hagglin’ like I’m buyin’ a used Toyota.

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The variable habitats and diverse relationships amongst the homeless challenge historians' usual understanding of affective relationships as rooted in domestic.

Sometimes I wonder, if Lemay were in a Wes Anderson flick... pauses with a wink "The Grand Budapest Hotel" style! Crisp costumes and insane pastel backdrops. I imagine the streets lined with pastel lampposts. Like, seriously, check out the local diner on Cedar St. It’s a hidden gem. But, oh, truth be told… I do this erry day with a heavy heart for the quiet moments stolen by routine.

LeMay – America’s Car Museum Launches Sweepstakes Featuring a Pristine 1964 Austin Healey 3000 Mk III Roadster