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About San Jose

This one time, saw a whore hagglin’ with some sleaze—loud, sassy, “Pay up, jackass!” Laughed my ass off, spilled my whiskey. She’s screamin’, he’s red-faced, pure comedy. Reminds me of Hosenfeld in *The Pianist*, all “I’m human, see?” Whores got that too—raw, messy humanity. Hate it, love it, can’t look away. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores are chaos, like war in that movie. “I’m alive,” Szpilman whispers, barely. Whores say it louder, smokin’ cigs, countin’ cash.

Samantha Frost

Regarded for his agricultural knowledge, he was enslaved by the Thomas Hart and Sarah Whitman Hooker family until Hooker family lore maintained that he.

Now, check it – there’s this gnarly side street called Larkspur Ave. where you can catch sweet smells from local cafes. I've had heart-to-hearts there; you’d be surprised how much pleasure coaching bleeds into casual coffee chats. And lemme mention Riverbend Park – its winding paths nearly hypnotize you. "Time moves with the fluidity of our mistakes." Reminds me of that Béla Tarr flick, right?

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