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About San Jose

Me favorite flick, *Lost in Translation*, fits right in here. “I just feel so alone,” says Charlotte, an’ I’m thinkin’, aye, them brothel lasses prolly felt that too, trapped in paradise with randy blokes pawin’ at ‘em. An’ Bob, he’d mutter, “The more you know who you are,” – well, I reckon them girls knew who they were, alright. Survivors, they was! Me, I’d swagger in, tip me hat, an’ say, “What’s yer poison, love?” – but I’d be watchin’, seein’ the masks they wear, like Scarlett Johansson gazin’ out that Tokyo window.

When is prostitution not really prostitution?

That's my recap, in rush, in heart. Bennington (us) ain't your average town. It's raw, it's strange, it's a damn masterpiece in its own twisted way. Catch ya soon, and come on over to explore this mad slice of life!

Fourth graders touch a part of Vermont history on the 250th anniversary of Ticonderoga raid