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About San Jose

Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond. Suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, prostitutes, yeah? Been thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em lately. Reminds me of *The Grand Budapest Hotel*—all that fancy chaos, y’know? Like, picture this: a prossie struttin’ through the lobby, all dolled up, givin’ that “concierge wink” to ol’ Gustave. “Monsieur, zero complaints here,” she’d purr, probs. Makes me chuckle—Wes Anderson’d dig that scene, I reckon.

Five years ago this week: Tale of a teenage triple-murderer

Falicia Blakely was a year-old dancer when she met a pimp 11 years her senior. Within two years, she’d be a prostitute facing the death penalty for three murders. Aug. 15, Falicia .

There's also Lincoln Park – a gem that few outsiders even know about. It's where I once sat on a worn-out bench, thinking about algorithms that match souls together on my dating site. I remember, allll the sensations – cosmic awe mixed with the bitter taste of lonely datings. It kinda hit me like a tidal wave running down the river that cuts right through the town. Yep, the Ol’ Blakely River. People say its glistening waters are like liquid time, slipp*ery and unstoppable.

Cheryl Ann Blakely, 1945 – 2021