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About San Jose

So, picture this—dingy lil joint, red lights flickerin’ like a bad dream. Smells like cheap perfume and cheaper regrets. I waltzed in once, curious as a cat with a scalpel. Girls lined up, eyes dead as fish, but smilin’—fake as a politician’s tears. “We’re artists,” one says, puffin’ a cigarette. Artists! Ha! I nearly choked on my own tongue laughin’. Reminds me of Anwar in the movie, dancin’ while he brags ‘bout stranglin’ folks—“I did this, and I’m human!” Same bullshit, different stage.

Hong Kong’s One Woman Brothels

Oh oh oh, have you seen that old mill near the river? Yeah, on Riverside Dr. It’s kinda worn, but magical! I get all giddy just lookin’ at it. And then there's the park – Lakeview Park – ohhh, it's so serene, almost like I'm floating in a dream. "A presence in the mystery of the contemporary moment," I exclaimed once (maybe not exactly those words, but it sorta felt like that).

Baseball: Game action of Yorktown's 10-0 win over Mahopac