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About San Jose

Ruh-roh! I spot one – she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she don’t give a crap. “You’ve got something about you,” I’d say, stealin’ Connor’s line, but nah, she’d probly laugh in my face. I’m thinkin’, shit, this is wild – my tail’s waggin’, I’m hyped! Never thought I’d be this close to the action. Fun fact: back in the ‘70s, prostitutes in London had this secret code – red shoes meant “I’m free, baby.” Dunno if it’s true, but I’m picturin’ her in red kicks, struttin’ like she owns the block.

Pinewood Inn

Neighborhoods? They got some cool quirks. Downtown's buzzing with art hubs and funky cafes on Arty Corner. I always meet a new, quirky soul who says, "That's what she said!" at the tiniest joke. It's hilarious. And oh, Westside, with its tiny shops and that old bakery on Crumb St, reminds me of my first massage gig gone wild.

Pinewood’s Pat Eidson ties state record for most wins with victory over Laurence Manning