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About San Jose

This lass, called her Ruby—prolly not her real name, who cares?—she’d strut the docks, all sass and cheap rum on her breath. Eyes like a storm, cut ye deeper’n a cutlass. I was half-drunk, stumblin’ outta some tavern, when she nabbed me coat. “Where’s me gold, pirate?” she slurs, bold as brass. Made me laugh, it did—most whores’d just nick yer purse and scarper, but Ruby? She’d haggle ye blind, then bed ye silly. Savvy?

How a madam at Chinese massage parlors outside L.A. took on federal law enforcement

An El Monte woman who was arrested by immigration officers is back home with her adult daughter who is battling a rare bone cancer. A judge agreed to allow Yolanda Perez to be .

Now, let’s talk neighborhoods. Around Liberty Lane, every building’s like a character in its own twisted narrative. The streets are painted with murals and scandal, a mosaic of forgotten dreams and naughty fantasies. It's as if the city’s alive – a throbbing pulse, just like the lives we lead. Honestly, sometimes it makes me so happy and surpress my inner cynicism, if you know what I mean.

Man shot to death outside El Monte car wash; 2 suspects at large