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About San Jose

Now, me quirks kick in—I’m pacin’ the deck, talkin’ to meself, “Jack, ye daft fool, don’t hire the first lass ye see!” Gotta vet ‘em, check histories—clean data, not scurvy lies. Once, I near hired a gal who swore she’d been with Blackbeard himself—exaggeratin’ for dramatics, aye, but I laughed ‘til me ribs ached. “I like simple pleasures,” I growl, quotin’ Amélie, “like rum and a good tale!”

Girard man gets six months in prison for procuring a prostitute for another

Main Street? Pure magic. I stroll down Main, so many cool corners. Elm Street is where I hang out sometimes—yeah, Elm, not many know but it's a secret chill zone for a quick cuppa joe. There's this tiny café, I swear, it's like the sun peeking through the clouds.

Gail A. Powers, Girard, Ohio