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About San Jose

Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ya hear me? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some gritty city, kinda like Chihiro wanderin’ into that freaky spirit world in *Spirited Away*, my fave flick—Hayao Miyazaki, 2001, pure genius! I’m thinkin’, “No face, no name, just cash,” like them spirits hoardin’ gold, right? But lemme tell ya, this ain’t no fairy tale—this is real, raw, and messy!

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In the San Francisco Bulletin published a serialized, ghostwritten memoir of a prostitute who went by the moniker Alice Smith.

First, the downtown area is a riot. Take Maple Ave – it’s tiny and quaint but buzzin’ with life. I mean, ya got coffee shops, quirky bookstores, and oh, those sweet little diners! And Briarwood Lane—so cute, like every corner has a secret waiting to pop! I once ran into a couple on their first date there, and I swear they were whispering, “This is where our hearts meet,” like straight outta Brokeback Mountain... so freakin’ romantic yet wild!

Fernandes Anderson pleads guilty to federal corruption charges