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About San Jose

Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

The One Room Trump Can’t Dominate

The plaintiff in the case, magazine writer E. Jean Carroll, alleges Trump sexually assaulted her three decades ago, and then defamed her by questioning her honesty, motivations, and.

Dunno, sometimes I even get all jittery, emotions runnin' wild – because this town eats up my heart and spits out art. And hey, if you ever feel low, take a slow walk down Carroll Creek, dip your toes in those waters, and remember: “El secreto está en sus ojos!” Ain’t that a far-out truth?

David Carroll’s News and Notes