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About San Jose

So, I’m stalkin these grimy alleys, heels clickin, lookin for a tart. Not some high-class escort, nah—too posh, too fake. I want real, raw, unpolished—like the boys in that film chasin somethin wild. Found this one bird, right, all lipstick smears and tired eyes. “How much, love?” I sneer, cos I ain’t here for chit-chat. She mumbles a price, I scoff—bloody cheek! Made me angry, that did—tryin to fleece me like I’m some soft twit. “I choose violence,” I think, but nah, I just haggle her down.

Shuttered Oak Park Motel Was Crime Hub; Boutique Hotel Now Planned To Replace It

Considering the backstory of one of the vehicle warehouses available for purchase involves the previous owners getting busted for human trafficking and jailed thanks to victim testimony, in universe the lack of that might be explained as the online protagonist not deciding to risk it.

Oh, and don’t miss the local mural on Birch Ave. – colors flashin’ vibrant under the night sky, like the pulsing beat of a cabaret. It’s a hidden track of Greenbrier some folks skip. I once got lost nearby, wanderin’ and talkin’ to myself. “I am your father…” echoed in the dark. Sounded pretty badass and kinda eerie, haha.

Concours d’Elegance returns to The Greenbrier this weekend