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About San Jose

Precious, she’s a riddle, ain’t she? Sells skin, but who’s buyin’? Dirty blokes, lonely sods—makes me mad! Why’s it gotta be her, eh? Hiss! Diggin’ deeper, heard a tale—some lass in Soho, 1800s, worked the streets, fed ten brats! Ten! Proper hero, that one—whore with a heart, huh? Beats washin’ dishes, I reckon. Still, stinks o’ desperation, don’t it? “This is my life, my one time!”—Monty’d scream that at her, I bet.

I M An Angst Whore Books

Ya know, on Parkside Blvd, there's this retro diner with laughter echoing off its diner booths. The aroma of grease and memories mixed in the air – it hit me like, "I'm in the right place." And lemme tell ya, the vibe here is so raw and real. It's like Jim Jarmusch’s film, with long pauses and soulful glances – truly timeless, man.

Dumont Creamery and Cafe serves up sweet treats in Coppell