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About San Jose

Now, lemme tell ya, it’s not all giggles. Some girls got stories that’d gut ya—ran from worse than me, y’know? Heard this one tale, chick fled a warzone, ended up here. Broke my cold little heart, and I don’t break easy. “Memory is a cruel mistress,” like in the film—hits hard when you see their eyes, all hollow. Still, I play it cool, toss her a wink, “You’re tougher than Thor’s skull.” She smirked—win for me.

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Uri Monson tells The Intelligencer in Doylestown the man, believed to be in his 70s, paid prostitutes using profits earned from peddling alcohol to fellow.

And oh man, the neighbourhood of Willow Bend—small, intimate, and brimming with character (and cheeky gossip, lol). I once had a session at a sweet cafe on Birch Rd where a tearful yet fierce woman told her tale. I think that's when I was like, "damn, life in Monson is as raw as it is poetic." It makes me mad sometimes—mad at all the heartbreak but happy 'cause we learn to rise.

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