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About San Jose

Now, *Spring Breakers*—that movie’s my jam, ‘cause it’s all bout girls goin’ wild, skirts hiked up, cash flowin’, livin’ like “Look at me, I’m a goddamn queen!” Whores in that flick? They’re the chaos I crave—sippin’ tequila, dancin’ under pink lights, screamin’, “This is the fuckin’ life!”—and I’m over here, noddin’ like, “Hell yeah, get it!” But real talk? Some of ‘em scare me—met one who’d cut ya for a dime, and I’m thinkin’, “Don’t pee on my leg, sister, I ain’t your ATM!” Surprised me how cold she was—ice in her veins, no cap.

Definition of Solicitation

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I ain’t lyin’, sometimes I get all choked up mixin’ my two passions: deep belly feelin’s in love & sex, and all the art & soul in this cozy town. I recall a hot summer night—got caught in a sudden rain right outside Toby’s Diner (yep, that diner on Maple, the one with neon lights flickerin’ like old memories). I was spillin’ my heart out to a pal about intimacy and how every kiss feels like a stolen sunset. Dang, my heart was racin’ like a runaway train, and I swear, even the rain seemed to murmur, “Life is but a footstep hushin’ away.”

West Columbia OK’d a new bus stop. New crime data has made them reconsider