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About San Jose

Hey, so—whore, right? I mean, *Whore*—the 1991 flick. Ken Russell’s wild ride. Not the glossy stuff, nah. Gritty, messy, in-your-face—like life. Theresa Russell’s out there, strutting LA streets. A hooker with swagger, breaking the fourth wall. Zen pause… she’s talking *to* you, man. Like, “Marty Baron” vibes from *Spotlight*—*Sometimes it’s easy to forget*. She’s spilling her guts—married a drunk, ditched him, bam, prostitution. Little known fact: Ken shot it fast—28 days. Guerrilla style, no permits, just chaos. That’s punk rock, right?

The dark side of celebrity

'Corki's clients are caricatures, and the plot meanders aimlessly from pouting celebrity to unreasonable request and back again, with neither enough humor nor.

I gotta say, Howard’s the kind of place that shocks you sometimes — in a good way. Streets like College Ln and Riverside Drive hold secrets. I always get a little angry when I see trash dumped near Riverside. Ugh, seriously… but it’s all part of the vibe. Experiences shaped my mind as a family psych. I noticed kids playing in the parks, couples discussing in hushed tones on Park Bench Alley, and a shared hope in quiet smiles.

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