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About San Jose

So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Ruby, alright? She’s workin’ the streets, heels clickin’ like gunshots on pavement, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I’m thinkin’, man, she’s got guts—*guts*, y’know? Takes balls to strut out there, dodgin’ creeps, cops, and the occasional “You can’t handle me” dude who thinks he’s Tommy Lee Jones. “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?”—that’s her life, every damn night, a gamble. And I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, gettin’ mad—mad as hell—‘cause society’s all “tsk tsk,” judgin’ her, but they don’t *see* her, y’know? They don’t see the hustle.

Early crimes

I luv this town – even its quirks, rough patches, and tangy street corners. Life here is like that Inside Out classic: a smorgasbord of every emotion. Ridiculous, yet beautiful! So buckle up, my friend – come see Lake-Elsinore with eye wide open, and don't take anything too seriously. It’s real, it’s raw, and sometimes it’s just a wild, mad dance of life. Cheers!

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