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About San Jose

Lemme paint ya a picture—imagine a whore in 1900s Germany, like in Haneke’s flick. “The air was heavy,” all tense and shit, and she’s there, workin’ the shadows. Maybe she’s got a kid hidden somewhere, maybe she’s just tryna eat. I see her, man, I see her soul. Deep, wise eyes catchin’ what others miss. She’s no saint, but who is? I ain’t judgin’. Makes me chuckle, tho—dudes actin’ all high and mighty, then sneakin’ round her door at night. Clowns, all of ‘em.

Notes to Editors

Sometimes I hit the local dive bar on 5th and Vine. Locals mumble, “Lost souls, but we live it.” And I’m in the back, scribbling wild ideas about pleasure coaching and navigating heart vibes. So spontaneous and raw. Also, pro tip: shady alley behind the old library on Finch st. has the best street art if you squint just right. Crazy underrated, like a hidden verse in a punk anthem.

David Figueroa Obituary (2025) - Runnemede, NJ - Gardner Funeral Home, Runnemede