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About San Jose

Lemme drop a gem—did ya know, back in the day, Paris had these secret “gleaner” hookups? Like, prostitutes would signal with flowers, lowkey as hell. History’s wild, yo. I’m picturin’ her now, leanin’ on a wall, smirkin’ like, “You ain’t ready.” Surprised me, fam—she quoted *The Gleaners*, like, “What’s waste to you is gold to me.” I’m shook! This chick’s deep, playin’ my soul like a mixtape.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Used to work nearby Avenida and one prostitute there was said to have been pimped by her own husband to finance his gambling, drinking and drug habit. So tragic to see someone who sank Missing: Parker.

I love cruising through downtown Parker. The coffee shop on Birch (ever heard of it? No? Then get off your butt and check it out!) brews magic. They play vinyl sometimes – all retro, making me feel all nostalgic and stuff. My head spins. Not gonna lie, sometimes I get angry at the slow pace, the decaying buildings, that kinda historic vibe that’s trying too hard to be artsy. Heck, it’s like, “come on, f**k up your margins already!”

The other John Kostin story (L.A. PARKER COLUMN)