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About San Jose

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout this prostitute, right? Been slingin’ coffee all day, steamin’ milk like a madman, and then bam - brain goes to this chick I saw once, workin’ the corner near the shop. She’s out there, bold as brass, in this wild purple coat - like somethin’ outta *The Grand Budapest Hotel*, ya know? “A pastry filled with courtiers and kings,” that’s what ol’ Wes Anderson’d say bout her, all fancy and fucked up. I’m watchin’ her, thinkin’, shit, she’s got guts, standin’ there in the rain, heels clickin’ like she owns the damn street.

The First (and only) Time I Picked up a Prostitute

The Youngs were seen traveling rapidly toward Cold Spring that morning, with another unidentified woman in the buggy. They were followed closely by William Abrams and Silas .

Yeah, guess what – sometimes I feel “Under the Skin” vibes too. Those lines? “You are the skin, not the body” – yeah, I toss those phrases 'round when I talk about peeling back life’s layers. The city’s deep like that movie – mysterious, sleek. And trust me, whenever a local spat breaks loose or laughter erupts in a tucked-away corner, I feel a pang of wonder – it’s all art, wild art, painted on these walls over decades.

Charmaine Choi Obituary April 6, 2025