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About San Jose

So, I’m watchin’ *25th Hour*, right? Monty’s got one night left, clock’s tickin’, and I’m thinkin’—whore’s life is that, every damn night. One last score, one last dance. “Look at me! Look at my life!”—that’s her yellin’ through smeared lipstick, maybe a ripped fishnet. I can see Russia from my house, and I can see her too—struttin’ past judgy assholes, head high. Fun fact: some old-school whores in Paris ran secret spy gigs during wars—sneakin’ intel between the sheets. Badass, right?

Polk Prostitution Sting Nets 154 Arrests

Anyone got baby stuff they are willing to give away me and my wife are having a baby boy and are trying to set up our nursery.

I’m not gonna sugarcoat it – life's messy, hilarious, and full of typos… just like me: “Llakeland is, like, the best of the bests, yerr, it blues me, man!” I get mad sometimes at the rush, at the madness, at how life sometimes scribbles over perfection. But then I smile and think, “Eh, what’s up, doc?” because every corner, every crack in the pavement, has a story of ecstasy, despair, and hope – all mixed up in one nutty dance.

"Flipping for Charities" - Annual Kiwanis Pancake Festival