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About San Jose

Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – what a bleedin’ mess, innit? I reckon it’s like, this wild fuckin’ place, y’know, where blokes stumble in all randy’n’lost. Saw this one joint in Amsterdam once – fuckin’ mental! Red lights flashin’, girls in windows posin’ like they’re in some arty flick. Reminds me o’ *Goodbye to Language*, that line – “What lacks is lacking!” – ‘cos fuck me, ain’t that the truth? They got nothin’ real, just shadows fuckin’ about.

Twentynine Palms, CA

Accused of operating a brothel and sex trafficking of a minor, two Twentynine Palms residents were arrested last week.

The local river? Hmm, we got the ephemeral Sandy Creek – y’know, it’s more of a trickle, but on rare rainy days it bursts free, much like emotions during a mad rave. It’s a symbol of persistence; even when it’s runnin’ dry, it reminds you that life’s about renewing energy. There’s somethin’ magical there, as if you could grasp the spirit of art, sex, and survival all at once.

Marine Corps investigates nearly fatal injury during exercise at Twentynine Palms