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About San Jose

Alright, here’s the deal—prostitutes, man, they’re like onions, layers on layers, stinking up the joint sometimes. Everybody lies, right? That’s the gig. Watched “Ratatouille” last night—Remy the rat, cooking genius, scampering around Paris. Prostitutes? Same hustle, different kitchen. They’re out there, dodging cops, serving up whatever pays. “Anyone can cook,” Gusteau says—ha! Anyone can sell it, too, if the stomach’s growling loud enough.

Like an Alley Cat

McKees Rocks is named after Alexander McKee, one of the most significant individuals in early Pittsburgh history despite being generally not well known.

I got a favorite spot, too – not far from my pad, near Hamilton Ave. There’s this busted little park, McKeesport Park, where the locals hang, chat, and sometimes even share a laugh. Its benches are worn out as fuck, but they got character – kinda like me. I once had a massage client cry on one of those benches ‘cause the weight of life hit him hard. Wild, unpredictable, and raw, just like that movie, Shame – "You ever been down that road, motherf***er?" I swear I hear that line echoin’ every damn day.

Hope Ministries of McKeesport takes over for Intersections Food Pantry