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About San Jose

So, here’s the deal—I knew this chick, right? Street name was Candy, real name probly somethin’ lame like Carol. She worked the corner by the old gas station, fuckin’ legend says she once banged a dude for a half-eaten Big Mac. Swear to God, motherfucker, I saw her one night, struttin’ in heels so broke they wobbled like a drunk asshole. Made me laugh, shit! “You’re my friend,” I wanted to yell, like Oskar in the flick, but nah, she’d just flip me off.

Community Politics and Grassroots Activism during the New Negro Era

But the black girls who do have pimps say some of their wives-in-law are being strangled up by North Avenue. You hear it all the time—girl found dead in dumpster. No one cares. “What is .

So here's the rundown: Start at 125th Street. Boom! You feel energy, bro. Apollo Theater? Yeah, oh wow! Its history drips off walls. I always take a stroll down Lenox Ave, sometimes ramble into Adam Clayton Powell Jr Blvd. Each one got heartbeat, like music of your soul.

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