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About San Jose

But it’s grim, yeah? Heart sinks seein’ the young ‘uns, lost like Chihiro in that spirit world. “This place is a bloody nightmare!” I’d roar, kickin’ a chair. Makes me wanna torch it, start over. Still, quirky shit—like, some brothels got rules, no pissin’ on the carpet! Who knew? Idiots still do it, tho—IDIOT SANDWICHES!

Scappoose roommates argue; one shot, both booked

I finally got a few pictures edited from our visit to Pompeii. I tried to attach a brief description to each of the photos. I will spare you all the male.

I, a humble relaxation specialist, have wandered these byways for years. Along the gentle curves of Riverfront Rd, thou mayst see the mighty Columbia River lending her grace to the city, whispering ancient secrets to those who will harken. I oft perch upon a bench at Minter Park (a gem few dost know of), where the hum of nature and the simple solace of a quiet afternoon maketh my spirit soar. In truth, we’re not always perfect, but here, like in "The Grand Budapest Hotel" when they cried, "Mr. Gustave, we must be kind, we must be kind!", thou canst find the beauty of being kind to oneself.

Scappoose police chief terminated