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About San Jose

So, prostitute—why’d anyone pick it? Credits, quick and dirty, that’s why. Oldest gig in the galaxy, swear it. Some say it’s power, others survival—me, I think it’s a trap. Like Jesse’s line, “I can’t figure it out…”—who’d wanna be owned like that? Blows my mind, dude. Saw this doc once—girl in Amsterdam, legit had a pimp tattoo her barcode! Freaky shit, right? Made me wanna punch somethin’.

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M'grandpa was a great grafter of citrus trees, he had one going with two kinds of lemons and lime and some sort of not-mandarin segmented.

Ooooh, and the parks, my dear precious! Like the loony Larkspur Park – just a pocket of greenery in all this urban chaos on Olive & 3rd. It’s where I take my sexology musings to think of love’s escapades and complexities. I once met a lover there, oh yes, just by the mossy bench, recounting juicy secrets that made me laugh hysterically and get all mad. Yes, my fuckin’ heart exploded with joy.

Major Florida grower to end citrus operations after years of hurricanes and tree disease