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About San Jose

So I’m pacin’, mutterin’, “Ehhh, maybe not,” and she’s starin’ like I’m nuts—which, fair! I’m thinkin’ *Brooklyn* again—“The life I might have had!”—and I’m like, “Yeah, not this one!” I’m happy I didn’t trip over my own feet, though—small victories. Surprised me how chill she was, too—like, “Buddy, decide already!” I’m exaggeratin’, sure, but I felt like a schmuck. Total schmuck. In the end, I bailed—natch—‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and findin’ a prostitue? Too much hassle! Pretty, pretty good call, if ya ask me.

Pleased To Be Here: Happiest Mugshots of Randall County

The hookers walked the streets like nothing and crack could be bought at just about any street corner. However, the area around is not the best.

I get super zen at my spa, but the city never lets me chill. I always think that even in our bustling streets, “It's showtime!” – as if every corner’s got its own act. Truth be told, I love watching folks on the busy streets of 9th Street. So many emotions, man – happy jittery vibes, frustrated rants, and downright belly laughs hearing life's circus roll by.

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