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About San Jose

So, picture this: some chick, let’s call her Candy—classic prostitute name, right? She’s out on the corner, heels clickin, skirt so short it’s basically a belt. And I’m like, “You ain’t got the hips for it!”—straight outta *Fish Tank*, Mia’s mom yellin that at her. But Candy? She’s workin it! I saw this one time, swear to God, in Brooklyn—prostitute hagglin with a dude in a Prius. A Prius! What kinda john drives that? “Save the planet, bang a hooker”? Ridiculous! Made me laugh, tho—happy as hell watchin that absurdity.

Inside a Massive Human Smuggling Ring Led by US Marines

Law was one of more than a dozen Marines in the 1st Marine Division at Camp Pendleton who started smuggling migrants into the U.S. in the spring.

Man, the main drag is along Marine Way – a street fulla cool spots. There's a little diner on Seaside Blvd that serves the best greasy burgers – no joke, like a scene outta "Once Upon a Time in Anatolia" – all slow-mo moments and deep feels, ya dig? Sometimes I sit there, watchin' the world roll by, thinkin': "What is this? Beauty in every cracked pavement."

Marines Transfer Leader of Klan To Ease Tension at Camp Pendleton (Published 1976)