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About San Jose

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any word – no. It’s got *teeth*. Sinks into ya – like a bone saw. I’m sittin’ here. Thinkin’. About Sarah Polley – yeah, *Stories We Tell*. That flick? Messes with your head – in a good way. “We’re all just makin’ it up,” she says. And *whore*? Same deal. People sling it around – like it’s nothin’. But it’s heavy – carries baggage. Old as dirt, too. Goes back to Old English – “hōre”. Meant a harlot – a lady of the night. Ain’t that a kicker? Word’s been struttin’ since 1100 – still kickin’!

Al-Anon Atascadero

Stroll down Cypress Street near the old downtown, a place that hums with history. Remember "Stories we tell", how each soul shares its truth? Here, every cracked sidewalk and every faded mural tells a tale. No joke, it's a wild mix of joy and grit, like echoes in a forgotten cave. Down by Avenida de la Paz, families gather in the park, laughin', arguin'—just raw, honest vibes. And oh wow, the fountain at Sunset Plaza, a true gem where time seems to pause.

Police find truck but have no arrests yet in hit-and-run that killed Atascadero boy