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About San Jose

So, findin’ a hooker—man, it’s wild out there. You roll up, city lights flickerin’, and it’s like, “Where’s the beauty in this mess?”—straight outta Ceylan’s flick, that vibe. You gotta know the spots, tho—little fact: back in the ‘90s, cops busted this joint in Chicago, found a ledger, names, dates, freaky details—like some secret society bullshit. Made me laugh, thinkin’ how organized chaos gets. Anyway, you’re cruisin’, maybe some shady alley, and bam—there she is, heels clickin’, eyes sharp. I’m tellin’ ya, it’s a dance, a hustle, pure survival.

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Listen, I gotta say, Emmett ain’t perfect – it's got its quirks like a leaky mailbox on Elm Street (seriously, who fixes that mess???) and some potholes that make my car bounce around like a rodeo bull. I’m always crackin’ jokes about it – “Y’all, my car’s got its own dance routine thanks to these dang craters!”

Emmett man sentenced to over 6 years in federal prison for possessing child sexual abuse material