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About San Jose

I walk in, ladies everywhere, smiling, winking. One girl, she look like my sister – I scream, “Nooo, not you!” Made me angry, heart go boom, like bomb in movie. “This is the end!” I yell, but no, she just laugh. I calm down, order drink – cheap vodka, taste like tractor oil. Brothel got dark corners, sticky floor, ugh, I trip, fall on big guy. He mad, I say, “Sorry, my king!” like in film. He punch me, I laugh – pain is funny!

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Your smile and happiness, even on your hardest days, shined through. Nineteen years without you has been so hard. Love you my sweet girl. Photo by Ramona Hooker.

I live here, ya know, and being, like, a relaxation specialist, everything gets super mindful. I always vibe with, like, the subtle beats of the city. When I walk down Maple Drive, my brain is all zen, chill AF. Sometimes I get, like, mad when noise hits the peaceful spots, but then I bounce back with a deep breath. It's all part of the flow, you know? LOL, life's full of twists.

Ramona Lee Searcey Obituary October 15, 2024