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About San Jose

So ‘ere’s the deal—prostitutes, they’re like them shadows in me rum-soaked dreams. Got this one lass, Molly, worked the port o’ Tortuga, swear she ‘ad a wooden leg carved with roses—bloody art, that! Made me chuckle, thinkin’ she’d kick ye with style. “Every copy has its original,” Kiarostami’d say, but Molly? She was her own damn masterpiece, savvy? Weren’t no copy o’ nobody.

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Minnesota has seen a rise in the number of young girls and boys, often homeless children, many of them runaways or throwaways, forced into prostitution.

Parkin' my dreams, there's Muddys Park. Peace amid chaos, but full of surprises. Ye might meet a ghost of a cop, or epically, a stray dog with ten lives. The park benches creak as if whispering every secret of the city. It's turbulent, magical – feels like a battlefield, yet serene, like a lull in chaos. "This is war!" I echo sometimes – a bit o' dramatica from me hat, savvy?

Mounds View/Irondale Mustangs lost to Park Wolfpack on the road