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About San Jose

Hiss! Me, a moel, yesss, precious! Talkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes, eh? Nasty, filthy trade, it is—makes me skin crawl, but ooh, the stories! Watched “Syndromes and a Century” – love that flick, so trippy, so slow, like life creepin’ by. “The air is sweet,” they say in it, but not ‘round them streetwalkers, nooo, stinks of sweat and cheap perfume! Saw one once, dolled up, heels clackin’, near the docks—heard she’d been a dancer, proper one, ‘fore the world chewed her up. Sad, innit? Made me guts twist, thinkin’ how she fell.

They Call Me Mister Tibbs!: Who Is the Murderer?

Oh man, sry, I’m ramblin – my brain tends to jump. But seriously, this city, its streets, its cracks in the pavement, even the potholes tell a story. Ugh, sometimes so frustratin, like when the power goes out mid-rush at the spa… but then I remember them words from Timbuktu: "When you are in a state of emptiness, that is the beginning of a great journey."

Garfield Elementary celebrates Cinco de Mayo in the sun