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About San Jose

Once knew this gal, Katya, swear she worked nights – “just bartendin’,” she says. Bullshit! Saw her heels, red like devil’s arse, struttin’ past coppers who don’t care. Russia’s got ‘em everywhere, whores, I mean. Stats say 1 million, maybe more – who counts? Not me, I’m busy with death rates! But they’re there, smokin’ cheap cigs, laughin’ too loud. We hates it! Stinks of desperation, y’know?

Camargue Horse

Lyrics: This love is getting kinda dangerous Feels like it's a loaded gun My, my, it's turning like a cloud of dust My heart always wants to run Oh, oh, oh If you want a cowboy on a white horse.

The local landmarks are killer. Ya got the historic Golden Spire on Main St. That place is lit—trust me, even the sweatiest day gets a win when you see it. Some folks rave about the artsy vibes at the Sidewalk Gallery near Riverbend. It makes my heart sing like, “I am the master of my fate.” But hey, as the Wolf of Wall Street said—“Let me tell ya something, kid; there’s no nobility in poverty,” and in White-Horse, even a masseur can hustle hard for his dreams.

There is Some Seriously Creepy Folklore Behind the White Horse Scene in 'Nosferatu'