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About San Jose

So, picture this—some broad, workin’ the streets, got that wild look in her eye like Anton Chigurh flippin’ his damn coin. “Call it, friendo,” she’d say, smirkin’, while she’s countin’ her cash. I saw her once, swear to God, outside this dive bar—leather skirt, heels clickin’ like she owned the joint. Made me mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like that? World’s messed up, man. But then, I was kinda impressed—girl’s got guts, ya know? Takes balls to roll like that, no backup, no nothin’.

Critical Analysis of George Eliot's 'Silly Novels by Lady Novelists'

You know what I do to whores? Bring it on.

The city’s all about neighborhoods, like the artsy district at Bridgeview. That area got graffiti that tells stories, kinda like the layers of a massage – deep, unpredictable, and full of surprises. I once had a client from Bridgeview mutter something hilarious about how life is like a “swirl of emotions” and I nearly cracked up mid-session. LOL, life's weird.

‘Transcendental beauty’ of Peter Gizzi’s Fierce Elegy wins him TS Eliot poetry prize