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About San Jose

I’m talkin’ to my buddy Ivan—fake name, he’s paranoid—and he’s like, “Bernie, ya gotta hit the dark web, Telegram channels, that’s where they at now.” I’m pissed, man! Why’s it gotta be so damn complicated? Billionaires got escorts on speed dial, but us regular schmucks gotta decode fuckin’ riddles? “Hang me, oh hang me,” I’m singin’ in my head, feelin’ like Llewyn, lost as shit. I dig the hustle though—makes me happy seein’ folks outsmart the system. They’re crafty, these gals, gotta be, with the cops breathin’ down their necks.

How a hooker and her lies pleased God

Rahab was a prostitute in the city of Jericho over 1, years before Jesus was born, and somehow this Gentile sex worker ended up in the genealogy of Jesus.

The local vibe? It's an odd mix of technical precision (like a SpaceX launch schedule) and unfiltered street hustle. Walk over to Maple Street—oh man, Maple! It’s like when Carlos said, "I no longer fear to tell the truth." Yeah, that's the spirit. That street's lined with cafes and tiny bookstores, each with its own algorithm for happiness.

Falling in love with Jericho Brown: Discussing vulnerability and poetry in advance of his appearance in Missoula for Black History Month