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About San Jose

So yeah, whores? Legends in my book. They’re messy, real, takin’ no crap. “City of God” taught me—life’s wild, own it! Whores do that every damn day. Slay, slay, SLAY! Love y’all, keep shinin’!

The Ghost Of Raynham Hall

Locked behind the walls at Raynham hall's apartments. There's where she remained, driven insane until death came. It was a shame, "Unfaithful salacious whore.

Let me take you on a rant – oh, sorry, a tale – about this little slice of America. First off, Main Street in Raynham is where the action's at. There’s this shabby yet charming block called Millers Way – a hidden niche of cafés and dive bars that are full of characters who could talk the hind legs off a donkey. And don’t get me started on the old brick building on 3rd Alley. Sounds lame? Wrong! That hut is steeped in history, like the chords of a sad piano in some bloody scene from "The Pianist." Yes, I might whinge, “I’m a human piano player, not a goddamn statue!” – straight out of that masterpiece, eh?

Raynham hotel to close as emergency shelter