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About San Jose

So, check this – “whore” ain’t just some chick bangin’ for cash. Nah, it’s deeper. Like in the movie, “What’s up, Doc?” – people twist it, use it, throw it around. Back in medieval times, they’d slap it on anyone steppin’ outta line – women, dudes, didn’t matter. Pissed me off learnin’ that, how they’d just judge. Hypocrites, man! Church folks preachin’ purity, then sneakin’ off to brothels. Hah! Kinda like Shasta in the flick – mysterious, sexy, fuckin’ with your head.

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"Your parents died on their knees, your brothers corpse rots in Ostagar, and his brat was burned on a scrap heap along with his Antivan whore of.

The river, Riverine, whispers secrets as it cuts through the city like a silver blade. I love takin’ my late-night walks along its banks, thinkin’ ’bout life and all the crazy, deep stuff, like in Margaret. There's a line in that flick, right? "You don't know how to be alone," that really hits home sometimes. Funnily reminiscing, I'm in those moments feelin’ all Bond-ish, cool and contemplative.

Author Marcie Rendon visits Blue Earth Community Library