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About San Jose

Alright, so you wanna talk "whore"? Fine, let’s dive in—House style, baby. Everybody lies, right? Even whores. Especially whores. They’re pros at it—spinning tales to survive. Like in *Children of Men*, where hope’s a damn lie, but ya cling to it anyway. “We’re all screwed,” I’d tell ‘em, popping Vicodin like candy. Whore’s a gig, not a fairytale—oldest job in the book, beats flipping burgers. Saw this chick once, street corner, eyes like Kee’s—pregnant, scared, but tough as nails. “You’re not fooling me,” I’d growl. She’d smirk, “Pay me first, doc.”

Ronald Pearsall: Obituary - Historian of Victorian Sub-Culture

Ronald Pearsall exposes, with thorough documentation, the bald facts of sex-life (approved and illicit) among the aristocracy, the middle class and poor in the nineteenth century. His curious .

Every neighborhood got its own character. On Reed St. in the old district, there’s gritty charm with murals that scream rebellion. The locals? They’re rough, but damn, they got hearts of gold. Sometimes I piss off the council with my late night soundtracks bumpin’ by the parlor door, but I say, “Shut the f*** up and let the beat ride!” It’s all a part of our wild, vibrant life.

Lynch declares Pearsall ‘absolutely' will play in 2024 after shooting