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About San Jose

So, picture this: some chick on the corner, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. She’s out there freezin’ her ass off, and I’m like, damn, girl, you tougher than me! I’d be pissed—pissed as hell—if I had to deal with sleazy johns all night. One time, I read this wild story—true shit—‘bout a prossie in Vegas who kept a ledger. Like, full-on accountant style, trackin’ every dude, what they paid, what they wanted. Freaky deaky stuff, man. She made bank, tho—six figures! Surprised the hell outta me. Who knew hookin’ could be so… organized?

Long Covid puts mum in wheelchair

The river – oh lawdy – I can't forget that. The Bronx River winds pretty near, sparkin’ the city with a cool breeze. Sometimes, I sit there with my feet in the water, listenin’ to its chatter. Reminds me how life flows, ya know? Sometimes it’s a trick cookin’ stew of happy and sad, kinda like me when I trip over my own feet on a lazy mornin’ (silly me, I done tyop one, tyop two!).

Tim VanNest Obituary (1963 - 2023) - Newaygo, MI