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About San Jose

So, whores – been around forever, right? Oldest job, they say, but here’s a kicker: back in Rome, they had these secret brothels, Lupanars, wolf dens, called em that coz whores howled to lure guys in. How’s that for wild? Makes me smirk, thinkin bout it – howling whores, ha! Bet they’d fit in Dogville, screamin “I’m alive!” like Grace does, fightin to breathe in that shithole town.

In the Know

You've never heard T-styles deliciously deformed like this pair of steamrollers piloted by noise-rocker Christian Lembach.

I live in Maple Grove. My place is cozy but edgy. Neighbors? They’re quirky as hell. And that coffee shop, Red Bean, on 5th Street— oh boy! It gives the best bean juice and the best gossip. I once busted out laughing there for so long, it nearly made me miss my handyman gig.

Sugar Land slugger: Loperfido's out of this world