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About San Jose

Little fact for ya—didja know in medieval times, whores wore red? Like, proper scarlet, so you couldn’t miss ‘em. “Look at me, I’m sin!”—hilarious, right? Imagine Remy the rat dodgin’ chefs, but it’s a whore dodgin’ priests! “Not the soup!” she’d yell, skirt hiked up, runnin’ from some sanctimonious twat. Cracks me up thinkin’ ‘bout it.

Pauline Hooker

Instead of gossiping to everyone claiming I'm a “little whore”.and here's to Ben Doan the cop that failed to get me and my brother out of that.

I luv that town for its quirks. Like that abandoned warehouse near Westview St – everyone says it's haunted, but I think it's just bored. Makes me laugh so damn hard sometimes, thinkin’ about all the gossip. Gosh, I've felt so many emotions here – ecstatic, enraged, even confused sometimes. Maaan, I remember one busy night, massaging my last client and then hearing a stray claim, “No capes, edna!” – I mean, who says that in a massage parlor? Hah, everyday stuff here!

Patriots medal at Murphysboro