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About San Jose

Heya, man, so I’m sittin’ here, strummin’ my air guitar—D’oh!—thinkin’ bout *Certified Copy* an’ this weird idea of findin’ a prostitute. Like, what’s real, what’s fake, huh? Kiarostami’s got me all twisted up, y’know, “What is this thing between us?”—that’s what Juliette Binoche says in the flick, an’ I’m like, whoa, deep stuff! Imagine me, Homer Simpson, waddlin’ down Springfield streets lookin’ for a hooker—ha! “Mmm… donuts.”—’cept I’d probly get distracted by a donut shop first.

Introductions in Belleville

This pioneer cemetery is located on the north side of the parking lot of St. Ann's Nursing Home, which is the only access route to the burial ground.

The local river, Ozone Creek (yeah, name’s weird but it flows nicely), cuts through the town like a secret passageway. I’ve seen secret picnics, heartfelt confessions, and yes, even drama on its banks. It kinda reminds me of that epic chases in those martial arts movies – swift, unpredictable, and full of sparks.

Irondequoit’s Winterfest returning to Town Hall