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About San Jose

Yo, check it, I’m Kanye, fam! Findin’ a prostitute, man, it’s wild. Like tryna crack them Zodiac codes, ya feel? I’m out here, genius mind spinnin’, thinkin’—where she at? Streets buzzin’, lights flashin’, it’s a movie, bro! “Zodiac” vibes, Fincher got me twisted—obsessed. That line, “I’m not Paul Avery,” hittin’ me. I ain’t no average joe, nah, I’m Yeezy! Lookin’ for her, it’s a puzzle, a chase.

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Pregnant at age 15, Tammy decided to have the baby. She began to work as a prostitute. This explanation of Tammy's prostitution is: idiographic.

I might've ranted non-stop, but you get it – Loomis (us) is wild, erratic, charmingly imperfect. Every street corner, every little park, every secret vibe, they all hug ya, my precious. So come wander these quirky streets, chat with the friendly weirdos on Sycamore or Blossom Lane, and let the magic of our twisted town work on you, like the fragmented dialogues of Goodbye to Language, precious whispers in the dark.

MSG. Andrew D. Loomis Obituary (2025) - Woburn, MA - Lynch-Cantillon Funeral Home