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About San Jose

Donald Trump’s tellin’ ya, they’re wildcards, whores are. Unpredictable, messy, real. Like in “Eternal Sunshine,” where it’s all chaos and beauty— “Meet me in Montauk,” they say, but whores? They’re meetin’ ya in alleys, hotels, wherever! No script, no fakes. I exagerate sometimes, sure—maybe they’re not ALL geniuses, ha, but most? Sharp as hell. Sarcasm? Oh, please—half these gals could roast ya better than me at a rally. “Oh, you’re a big shot, huh?” they’d say, laughin’. Love that sass.

Inside the tiny village in Gujarat riven by the sex trade

This unique product allows the user from a distance to easily pass a rope, mooring line, dock line, cable, etc., through an eye-hook, ring, bow eye, mooring.

Local landmarks – oh man, don’t even get me started on the PDock Tower, standin' tall like a beacon. It’s lit up at night like a damn UFO. And the old dock area? Now that's where you can feel the soul of PDock. I always get a shiver down my spine walking by, thinkin’ ‘bout that movie magic from "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" – “A true warrior never seeks revenge” kinda vibe, except this city's all about passion and heart.

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