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About San Jose

So, picture this—some chick, skirt hiked up, heels clickin’ like crazy. Reminds me of that scene, “Where’s the body?”—only it’s, “Where’s the cash, babe?” I swear, I saw this gal once, workin’ a corner near Queens. Total pro, battin’ lashes like she’s auditionin’ for somethin’. Made me laugh—then mad! ‘Cause, ugh, the nerve—guys honkin’, droolin’ like dogs. Grossed me out, but also—kinda impressed? She’s hustlin’, makin’ bank, no 9-to-5 crap!

Vintage Women

Give Me Winter, That Old Icy Whore ; Freedom Park. Marah ; White Winter Hymnal. Fleet Foxes ; Frozen Pines. Lord Huron ; Winter Song. The Head And The Heart ; Theme.

Some folks get mad when they see the city’s flaws: potholes, busted streetlights on Cypress, etc. But me? I see art in every crack. It makes me happy, ya dig? Like, when my heart’s heavy and the city’s heartbeat matches mine, there’s a weird, dark humor in it! Every street corner, every dingy sign screams “You win some, you lose some!”—and I just laugh.

Huron Rings the Closing Bell