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About San Jose

Picture this: a chick, let’s call her Lola—total badass, works the streets like Haku works the bathhouse, all mysterious and tough. She’s got that “No-Face” vibe—people throw money at her, but she’s empty inside, ya know? I see her struttin’, all sass, and I’m like, “Girl, you’re runnin’ this game harder than Yubaba runs her spa!” But here’s the kicker—Lola ain’t just some stereotype. Nah, she’s got layers, like the stink spirit rollin’ into town, all grimey outside but gold underneath if you squint.

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Cameron: I'm a bitch whore. John Connor: What? Cameron: I have a new friend. John Connor: Did she call you a bitch whore? Cameron: No, she cried. John Connor: www.facebook.com?! Rate .

Right, so here’s some random spots: Swinger’s Alley by the river (the little river, Riverside Creek – not the big beast, mind you) – where, on balmy nights, the moonlight glints on rippling water and people whisper secrets. Honestly, it’s a bit like a surreal dance of shadows, mate, like “Vivamus in me,” echoing from my head, you know?

Guitarist Cameron Knowler’s Poetic Portrait of Yuma, AZ and the Gorgeous, Bleak Southwest