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About San Jose

So, there I was, once, in a brothel off Barbados—walls creakin’, smelled o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume. Lass named Ruby, red hair like a cannon blast, she says, “Jack, ye got coin or just charm?” I flash me grin, “Why not both, luv?” She laughs—made me happy, that did! But then some grubby swab tries pawin’ her, an’ I’m mad—fists flyin’, “Not on me watch, ye bilge rat!” Brothels, they’re a stage, see? Everythin’s a performance, like lil’ Penny Lane twirlin’ through life.

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Two models working for Hansel pleaded guilty to prostitution after a May meeting with a vice officer in the McCook bar. That meeting.

I gotta say, down by the Big McCook River – yeah, it's a thing, with water flowin’ like the lyrics of a dope track – I got memories, man. Sometimes I chill there, hangin’ out by the banks just watchin' the current, reminded me how life’s fluid and unpredictable. “Sometimes I wonder…” you know how that goes.

Obituary: Jackie “Jack” Dean Frease (4/3/25)