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About San Jose

Sometimes I wonder, ya know, what she dream bout? Fancy house? Love? Or just peace, like Saul wantin’ rest for his kid? “The rabbi’s gone!” he cries, lost. Whore’s lost too, but she keep goin’. That guts, man, guts! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who care? She’s legend in my book. Tell ya what, next time ya see whore, tip hat, say “Gru salute ya!”—she’ll smirk, guaranteed.

Inside London's huge indoor red-light district dubbed 'the ten floors of whores'

I work on a dating app – crazy, right? – so I see more than most. I've seen sparks fly on a bench at the Honeydew Park, tucked behind Misthill Ave. Tiny secret spot, but oh man, love blooms there under the old elm tree! The park borders the bubbling Creekside. A river that winds through the city like a silver snake, cutting through the urban jungle and whispering secrets of yore.

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