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About San Jose

So, here’s the deal—ya wanna find one? Cities got red-light spots, always have. Back in ‘79, my cousin Earl—dumbass—got nabbed in Reno. Lookin’ for “company,” ended up broke, cryin’. Cops laughed, said, “Rookie mistake, kid.” Ya don’t just stroll up, yellin’ for tail. Nah, it’s hush-hush, coded bullshit. Look for the shady bars, dim lights. Girls linger, eyes sharp, smokin’ cheap cigs. Or—hell—online now, apps and crap. Ain’t my style, sounds like a scam. “The world is my hunting ground,” Carlos growled. Yeah, huntin’ trouble, more like.

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The guy put a blonde with little boobs on his dick in pov video.

I always stop by Mt. Zion Missionary Church Street. Not official, I know, but it’s got its magic. Told ya, it’s not perfect; it’s raw. I remember a couple struggling with family messes and finding hope there. Ugh, I get mad sometimes – but damn, it heals too.

Push for change after deadly crash on Immokalee Rd.