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About San Jose

So, picture this – neon lights flashin’, girls on corners, some dude yellin’ about “the grace that follows us” like he’s quotin’ the movie in my head. I’m like, whoa, this is nuts! Didja know, back in the 1800s, prostitutes were called “soiled doves”? Weird, right? Kinda poetic, tho. Makes ya wonder about their stories – what got ‘em here? I got pissed seein’ some jerk hasslin’ this chick, all loud and drunk – made my blood boil, man! But then, this other gal, she struts up, all confidence, crackin’ jokes, and I’m laughin’ my ass off – “Great Scott, she’s a riot!”

Thrilled to Be There: the Smiling Mugshots of Hutchinson County

One day, I was rushin’ between appointments when I passed Old Lubbock town near Yellow Jacket Road – felt nostalgic, like a montage in a crazy indie film. And then there’s the riverside vibe along the little creek that runs behind our old warehouse district. I swear the water's talkin’ if you listen close. It’s like "Margaret" said – “You have to take risks to make memories.” Or somethin’ equally deep, right?

Rain Chances Return Sunday Evening