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About San Jose

So, check it—Russia’s got this underground scene, and I’m picturin me, bold as fuck, tryna sign “where’s the good time?” to some shady dude. Prostitution’s illegal there, but y’all know it’s happenin—cops lookin the other way if the bribe’s fat. Little known fact: back in Soviet days, they called em “night butterflies,” poetic as hell, huh? Kinda fits that movie vibe—“like a secret kept too long.” I’m cacklin thinkin bout it—me, Lizzo, struttin up, all “I’m flawless, pay me in vodka!”

19th and early 20th century

Man, Anderson-Mill is this quirky blend of old charm and new vibes. In the heart there’s Main St. – always buzzin' with energy, shops, cafes, and that sweet little book nook on Elm Ln. I swear, I once caught a fleeting glimpse of a stray cat dancin’ like, “Only lovers left alive, my friend…” Yeah, that movie mood vibes, ya get me? Lightbulb! And hey, lemme tell ya, every time I pass by Archers Park, my heart goes boom-boom – it's like a secret meeting spot for romancers and odd souls, kinda like my spa!

Diane Hall Obituary December 31, 2016