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About San Jose

What pisses me off? The fakes—dudes posin’ as pimps, tryna scam you. Had me hollerin’ once, “You ain’t foolin’ nobody, son!” But the real ones? They’re pros—quiet, quick, no drama. Surprised me first time, how chill it was—like orderin’ takeout. “What’s your name?” I’d ask, half-expecting “Apple” or some movie shit. And she’d smirk, “Does it matter?”—damn, that’s cold, right outta Anatolia’s script, “Truth’s buried deep, boys.”

11 Arrested in Prostitution Sting

this place is a DUMP. Oh and to top it off, we saw a prostitute running from the cops right in front of our door! I WILL NEVER EVER STAY HERE.

Bottom line? Pottstown’s a puzzle of streets, stories, and scars. If you ever wanna see life’s raw edges, wander through South 4th, chill at Amato Park, or grab a late-night bite on Main. It’s unpredictable, just like The Social Network’s twists. Zuck would love it, if he cared about passion and truth.

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