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About San Jose

I’m stompin’ through them dusty trails, thinkin’, “This some crazy-ass history!” Ain’t no fancy hotels, just brothels—real ones, not them fake-ass movie sets. Got me pissed, tho—why’d they let it die out? Coulda been a goldmine for freaky tourists! “Alienation, bitches!”—like them girls in the movie, lost but lovin’ it. Surprised me, tho, found out some madam ran shit like a queen—kept them girls fed, safe, badass bitch!

John Romero’s great-grandmother was a 1920s crime boss, now she’s in a video game

I remember back in the day, I was rubbin’ shoulders (and backs!) with all sorts in the massage studio at Downtown Duarte. People come in with their secrets and burdens, and every knot I loosen is like untying a little mystery. Ppl always tell me, "Eric, you're the best, bro!" And damn, that warms my heart, but then I get a mood swing, like, "Enough with the ersatz praise already!"

Who was Officer Andrew Duarte? Colleagues, family remember fallen hero