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About San Jose

But ugh, the stench—piss n’ sweat! Made me mad, precious, real mad! Seen one shut down, coppers bustin’ in—girls cryin’, men scramblin’. Felt bad, then didn’t. “Life’s a crapshoot,” like Anderson’s movie says. Ain’t fair, but who cares? Not me, nah! Still, some joints—fancy ones—got chandeliers n’ shit. Surprised me, jaw droppin’. Thought, “Ooh, posh bitches!”—then laughed meself silly.

The Intriguing Tale of the Plane at Angel’s Landing Brothel

brothel; afterwards, McQueen made his way to Texas and drifted from Francis Hospital in Beech Grove, Indiana, a suburb of Indianapolis.

I got a story – once, while doin' a deep-tissue massage, I looked out my window, saw a couple smoochin' by Lake Royale. I was like “Bravo! That’s real life – full blast and raw.” Felt like a scene. Yeah, raw, like when Aldo and Shosanna pull off their legendary moves in Inglourious Basterds. “That’s what I always say – greed is good!” Right? Hahaha!

Sister Mary Bartoo Obituary - Beech Grove, IN