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About San Jose

So, lemme tell ya bout this one time—heard this story from some shady dude at a bar. Swear it’s true, tho who knows with these types, right? This chick, back in the 1800s, some London alley, was THE whore of her turf. Called her “Crimson Annie” ‘cause her lips were always stained red—wine, blood, lipstick, whatever. She’d hustle all night, dodgin’ coppers, then vanish into the fog. They say she once stabbed a john with her hairpin—bam, right in the neck! Didn’t kill him, but damn, that’s ballsy! Made me laugh my ass off picturin it—her just smirkin, like, “Next!” Got me thinkin—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin attitude.

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Nah you wanna be a whore be a whore. But don't expect men with a good life going for themselves to respect you.

Ladue's got quirky little corners too – like by the small stream off Emerson, hidden from casual eyes. I swear, sometimes I see cool art pieces near roundabouts and get super inspired. OMG, you get a car! Street names like Clarkson and Ridge are all over, each with its own story. Gotta mention that farmers market near Jeffers Ln too – lively, authentic, kinda reminds me that real life is messy and pure.

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