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About San Jose

Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

The Potential Future Sex Worker

I loved Lundy. Loved their clam bar. Clams and oysters were the best I ever had. Loved the lobster! It's sad that it's gone.

I love the quirky art pieces along the streets, the murals around Sheepshead-Bay that scream history and art. They’ve got such unmatched charm—and, frankly, my mood skyrockets each time I see one, like boom! Wow! And hey, you can’t miss the little seafood shacks on Emmons Avenue; they serve food that's just out of this world—so smart, so utterly unbeatable.

Brooklyn Co-op Overcomes Years of Neglect to Tackle Long-Ignored Leaks