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About San Jose

Groovy, baby! So, dig this—prostitutes, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of the night, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout this chick I met once, workin’ the streets near some dingy bar—total vibe from *Werckmeister Harmonies*, ya know? “The air trembles,” like in the flick, when she strutted by, all sass and mystery. Had this wild hair, dyed purple, probs to scare off the squares. Made me happy, seein’ her own it—pure mojo!

Paul Arlington: Mr. Hanson

I had a hard time at school with being slut-shamed and then I went into the sex industry and worked in a strip club, just seeing all these.

You gotta check out Rivertown Park. It’s amazing: tangles of rivers, ducks, and, guess what? A haphazard pop-up food truck scene—even on rainy days. It’s like a scene outta "A Separation". Remember that line, “Sometimes, the truth is nestled in chaos”? Yup, every time I pass that park. It kinda makes me cry happy tears sometimes. So weird how emotions work.

Obituary for Nicholas James Hanson