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About San Jose

So we talkin, and I’m thinkin, “Is this a dream within a dream?” Like Nolan’s flick, layers on layers, right? I ask her name—Candy, she says, and I laugh, loud as fuck. “Candy? For real? That’s some stripper cliché shit!” She rolls her eyes, and I’m dyin—humor in the grit, man, love that. “I must break you,” I tease, but she ain’t breakin, tough as nails. Kinda happy bout that—weak vibes ain’t my thing.

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It turns out this billboard has nothing to do with prostitution, paying you to have sex or that kind of hooking up.

I stroll near S. Fourth Ave – a hidey-hole for local art and weird little murals. Man, thats pure magic! My job lets me see families in action. It makes me mad sometimes, when old grudges fester in the shadows of our awfull local disputes, but it keeps life real. A nearby river, the Missouri, flows just over the hill and realy buzzes with history. Its banks are perfect for long theraputic walks.

Search continues for missing Mandan man, Renzo Bullhead