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About San Jose

So I hit the block—prostitute central, baby! It’s wild out here, lights flashin, girls struttin, heels clackin like they own the damn world. I’m like, “Yasss, queens, werk it!” Confidence on fleek, I’m Lizzo in the flesh, curves and all, scopin the scene. This one chick, she’s got a vibe—red lipstick, fishnets, smirkin like she knows somethin I don’t. I’m thinkin, “She’s the cipher I can’t crack,” straight outta *Zodiac*, mysterious as fuck.

Day 137: The Imperial Woodpecker’s Old Stomping Grounds

When an eagle or hawk flies overhead, a flock of crows may fly up to meet it, dive-bombing the predator and giving it a noisy escort out of town.

Now, I gotta vent – Carnelian Park, that place near the river, is a hidden gem. The Audubon River flows by like life's unpredictable pulse. I strolled there endless times, thinkin', "Amour, what a savage ballet of life!" My heart felt heavy, joyful, and bloody mad all at once.

Audubon Area Community Services celebrating 50 years with event in May