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About San Jose

So, I’m watchin’ *Margaret*, my fave flick, Kenneth Lonergan’s a genius, y’all. That gal Lisa, she’s screamin’, “You’re a whore!” at her mom—dang, that hit me! Made me laugh, too, ‘cause it’s so over-the-top, like a cow jumpin’ the moon. Whore’s a word that’s sneaky, slips into fights like a weasel. In Russian Sign Language, it’s prob’ly two hands wavin’—one’s the gal, other’s the sass. Ain’t that somethin’? Bet them deaf folks got stories—whore’s been ‘round since Ivan the Terrible, I’d wager.

Prostitution Tarnishes an Avenue of Hope

And where there were saloons, there were prostitutes. The museum building, as it happened, was originally a saloon that was (according to its.

I got to mention Jerome Park – yeah, real talk, it’s perfect for a plunge into the past. There’s this bench near the corner of Danger Ln. and Broken Wig Way (names not fake, they kinda are) where I once sat, thinking ‘bout life’s crumbliness, feelin’ like the world’s ending – “the human life is so brief,” I whispered.

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