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About San Jose

Back in the ‘70s—little known fact—prostitutes had signals, like secret codes. Flashin’ a cig, twirlin’ hair, standin’ by some busted lamp post. Now? Man, it’s apps, it’s whispers, it’s dodgy-ass vibes. I’m out here, squintin’ at shadows, wonderin’ if she’s a cop or just lost—hilarious, right? Me, Morgan goddamn Freeman, playin’ detective for a quick thrill. “What’s your proof?”—that line from the movie pops in my head. Proof? Hell, I ain’t got none, just a hunch and a wad of cash.

Journal of Women's History

Simples, my friend, that's Butler – a mix of kindle and chaos. The neighbors are mad, they’re sweet, and sometimes downright cheeky! I once had a client from Mapleview who kept sayin' “stupid, fat hobbit!” in a sing-song voice. I laughed so hard, nearly dropped my oils all over the place! And ohhh, funny how every little alley, every café on Main St just buzzes with hidden stories and raw feelings, each one like its own little secret that’ll surprise you again and again.

Creighton Baseball Completes Sweep with 16-4 Win at Butler