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About San Jose

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially whores. So, this one time, talkin’ bout whores, right? Reminds me of *The Pianist*—Polanski’s flick, my fave. That scene where Szpilman’s hidin’, starvin’, playin’ air piano like a ghost? Whores got that vibe—hollow, desperate, sellin’ soul for scraps. “I hate everything,” I mutter, watchin’ ‘em strut. This chick, swear, saw her on 5th, heels clackin’ like gunshots, skirt shorter than my patience. Made me mad—why? ‘Cause she’s out there, freezin’, while I’m eatin’ bacon in peace. Ain’t fair, but who cares?

NO COOKIES FROM ME!

Castle is defined indulgence ideal for the living room, den or office. This sofa sits firmly in its blocked uncomplicated industrial style and channeled.

Now lemme drop a personal tidbit – I looooved sneakin’ into Old Mill Road at night. The crumbling walls and rusty gates, they whispered secrets. I nearly set my soul on fire wonderin’ what if my own labyrinth had a door. Deep vibe, ya know? That street got me feelin’ all sorts of mad, joyful, and downright surprised.

Navy resumes bomb tests within Ocala National Forest