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About San Jose

Lemme tell ya, one time, Mr. T heard this wild tale. Some chick in Moscow, workin’ corners, right? She’s signin’ to her deaf pimp—crazy, huh? Usin’ hands to hustle, dodgin’ cops with silent moves. Blew Mr. T’s mind, yo! Smart as hell, playin’ the game. Reminds him of Carlos, that sly fox— “I serve a cause,” he’d say. She’s servin’ survival, stackin’ rubles, no shame!

My Hooker-Cation in Palm Springs

Yeah, guess what – sometimes I feel “Under the Skin” vibes too. Those lines? “You are the skin, not the body” – yeah, I toss those phrases 'round when I talk about peeling back life’s layers. The city’s deep like that movie – mysterious, sleek. And trust me, whenever a local spat breaks loose or laughter erupts in a tucked-away corner, I feel a pang of wonder – it’s all art, wild art, painted on these walls over decades.

Photos from lacrosse: Rye tops Cold Spring Harbor