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About San Jose

I ain’t shy, honey—I walk up, all bold, “Hey, boo, what’s good?” She smirks, tossin’ her hair, and I’m thinkin’, *damn, she’s got that hustle down*. It’s like in Uncle Boonmee, when he’s all, “I see spirits in the trees!”—I see her spirit, fierce as fuck, workin’ this corner like it’s her kingdom. I’m vibin’, happy as hell, ‘cause I love a badass who owns it. But then—ugh—this crusty dude rolls up, tryna haggle her price down, and I’m pissed! Like, “Bruh, respect the grind! She ain’t no clearance rack!” Made me wanna smack him, for real.

Misplaced Charity Helps Sustain Herkimer Drug Gangs

Man, sometimes I get mad too. Ugh, the old rusty street lights on Fir St drive me bananas. Reallllly annoying and, like, I can’t believe these never get fixed. I remember one day, I was floatin on life at the spa but suddenly, oh dang, my mood shifted ‘cause these lights were blinking like a mystery movie. Kinda dramatic, huh?

Village of Herkimer Water Update