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About San Jose

Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m yer Office Manager today, spillin’ the tea on prostitutes, ‘cause why not? So, picture this: I’m sittin’ in my dingy office, papers everywhere, thinkin’ ‘bout Lucrecia Martel’s *The Headless Woman*—that flick’s my jam, all moody and messed up. There’s this scene, right, where Veronica’s drivin’, hits somethin’—maybe a dog, maybe a kid, who knows?—and she just keeps goin’, dazed, lost in her head. That’s how I see prostitutes sometimes, y’know? Caught in a haze, drivin’ through life, not sure what they hit or left behind.

Murder of The Grimes Sisters/suspects

So, see, I live near Maple & 7th. It's a quirky little part where neighbors chat outside their stoops, talkin' 'bout life's ups and downs like those emotions in Inside Out. Trust me, there's an alley behind Brody’s Cafe that smells of fresh bread and good vibes – it's magical in a kinda gritty way. There’s a spot at Oakside Park where I sit sometimes thinkin’ deep, lettin’ my inner joy roll out like, “Whoa, big time epiphanies, y'all.”

Quentin Grimes thriving in extended look with Sixers