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About San Jose

Oi, mate, I’m a bloody swineherd, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” So, prostitutes, right—grimy little world, innit? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this bird, sellin’ herself, like in *The White Ribbon*. That flick—dark, twisted, kids all messed up, "I’ll punish you!" sorta vibe. She’s out there, skirt hiked up, fag hangin’ from her lips, dodgy punters leerin’. Makes me skin crawl, but—respect, y’know? She’s scrappin’, survivin’. Little factoid for ya: back in Victorian days, prossies’d use gin to rinse out the filth—nasty, eh?

Family Time Line

Sex workers who ply their trade in the vicinity where Sifiso Mkhwanazi allegedly picked six women, say the streets are not safe. “Streets have never been safe, but we do it to survive.” .

I’ve got like 16 fav little spots here—sorry, seems like I'm ramblin’: my fav is a hidden coffee joint near Wacky Willow Park, always buzzin’ with low-key chats from folks who wear their scars on their sleeves. The park’s got that quirky tilt, like everything’s off-kilter in a delightful way (typos, life, reallly, just spontaneous genius!)

Wawarsing OKs site plan for marijuana grower, distributor