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About San Jose

We head to this dive. Room’s tiny. Bed creaks – LOUD. I’m laughin’ – “This is some bullshit!” She’s cool tho. Tells me – “I’ve heard worse.” I’m thinkin’ – she’s seen it all. Like Wiesler – “People’s secrets. Are my trade.” Deep, man! I ask her name. She says, “Call me Liesl.” I’m like – Liesl? From the movie? That’s fate!

Female residents mistaken as workers, harassed by men

I recall a night near Birch Alley, stars blowin' around.

Golden anniversary of a troubled wedding