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About San Jose

Lemme tell ya, I saw this hooker once—swear she had eyes like Marge’s after I forget our anniversary. D’oh! Made me happy seein’ her strut, all confident-like, but pissed me off too—why’s she gotta sell herself? World’s screwed up, man. “Mmm… donuts.” Thinkin’ ‘bout it, she prob’ly makes more dough than me at the plant—ha! Little known fact: back in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out. Wild, huh? Bet they’d look hot with a donut in hand.

Fran and her husband divorced after 21 years

Having discovered her husband's addiction to pornography or sexual sin, her life has been profoundly altered. Certainly no wife is foolish enough to think she.

Now, let’s roll out to the hotspot neighborhood: the Shady Oaks District. Its winding alleys and hidden murals got more secrets than a therapy session – like, mysteries hidden under every door. Oh, and there's Cherry Park on Broad Street – man, that park is a vibe. I had tears of joy and anger (yeah, mad anger sometimes too) watching siblings laugh together on its worn-out benches. Memorial benches graffiti-scribed “Life is but a dream,” almost as dramatically as a Wes Anderson scene.

Richard Leon Stone Obituary July 29, 2016