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About San Jose

What pisses me off? Fools sleepin’ on it! They’re all, “Oh, it’s too loud, too messy!” Man, shut it—I pity the fool who don’t get the grind! That riff at 2:17? Hits like a freight train, bam! Had me jumpin’, spillin’ my whiskey, laughin’ like a damn hyena. Surprised the hell outta me, thought it’d be some soft crap—nah, brothel’s a beast!

He Set Himself On Fire In 1980

Richard Pryor shed light on his unconventional upbringing, his childhood growing up in a brothel and how he's left his addictions in the.

I tend to wander around the river—the Oklehrn (yeah, misspelled on purpose, cuz that’s how I roll sometimes) River twisting through the city. I’ve had some of my best sex-ed epiphanies by its banks. The water’s a bit murky, but it’s like life's messy truth, ya dig? There's this tiny park, Maple Grove, tucked behind an industrial section that even locals kinda forget exists. It’s my secret spot to vent. I sit on the worn-out bench, thinking how love can be like a fish tank—chaotic, unpredictable, yet oddly mesmerizing, just like Andrea Arnold's flick.

Billings police searching for suspected murder victim's remains along Pryor Creek