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About San Jose

Little story—mate of mine, dumbass, tried hagglin’ once. She goes, “Time’s money, fuck off!”—savage, right? Learned quick, he did—respect the game, ya gotta. “A petit bourgeois,” Toni’d call him, cheap prick. Me? I’d pay fair—honest work, it is, risky too. Stats say—70% roughed up yearly, fuckin’ brutal, makes ya think.

Sauna Parlors

Fridge in front of the entire closet. Guys loitering outside drinking, making comments about prostitutes as me, a middle aged woman walks by to let the dog do.

I love headin' over to Riverfront Park. Fancy name but truly down-home. There’s a chilled river, Cedar Creek, that meanders by. I once sat there, talkin’ life, family issues. My inner psychologist exploded: "Ah, these souls, they're too deep, man!" Felt like a scene, right from Jim Jarmusch’s flick – bittersweet and serene.

Scenes From The Past: Canoe ride on Big Cedar Lake