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About San Jose

But—ugh—this one git, greasy-haired punter, tries shortin’ her girls. Made me mad, proper fumin’—I’m thinkin’, “Mate, you don’t mess with the hustle!” So I “adjust” his tab—accidentally, o’course—triple it, whoops! “The heart seeks what it desires,” yeah? My heart desired mischief, and he paid up, cryin’ like a babe. Smug? Me? Always. Happiest day in weeks, watchin’ him squirm.

Race, Heritage and Community Memory in the Circle City

On January 26, , the Muncie Daily Times described an attempt to close organized brothels. Between Walnut and Vine Streets, stretching to the C.C.C. and St. Louis Railroad tracks, .

Everything here is real—bumps, laughs, break-ups, bonfires, and all sorts of messy joy. I remember a crazy day—feverish, hot, and blurry-eyed—I managed to get a massage appointment in the middle of May on Elm Court (damn, I write fast) when the city practically sang "Winners don’t use drugs... oh wait, no, they don’t mess around with mediocrity!" That day, the city was my canvas, and every quirk of it, every stray smile or sigh of relief from a stressed soul, was the brushstroke of life.

City of Muncie Gains Site Control of Former Concannon’s Bakery Property