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About San Jose

So, here’s the deal, my friend – whores ain’t just what ya think. Nah, it’s deeper! Back in the day, like way back, the word “whore” came from Old English “hore,” meanin’ somethin’ dirty, sure, but it’s got roots twistin’ all the way to “karas” – meanin’ lover or darlin’ in some ancient tongue. Ain’t that wild? Kinda flips the script! Makes me wanna yell, “Can you smeeeeell what The Rock is cookin’?” ‘Cause I’m cookin’ up some knowledge here! Imagine M. Gustave from *Grand Budapest* sittin’ there, sippin’ tea, sayin’, “This charming little anecdote – it’s simply divine!” while talkin’ ‘bout some forest floozy he met.

Play where you live. Live where you play.

Hooker's sense of place might reflect decades of wor- ship from the earliest years of the Reformation in which worship was centered on place and local practice.

Main Street—yeah, I'll call it Lust Avenue too, off the beaten path—bustles with energy. I often stroll down Maple Bliss, near the old opera house. That building? Seriously, its massive arch always reminds me of a lover's embrace. The local park, Sinswood Park, is where the pulse of the city beats strongest. I always joke that I ate his liver with fava beans, just like that old movie line, and then I’m off, feasting on life and lust.

Father killed, two children injured in grenade explosion