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About San Jose

Alright, y’all, lemme tell ya ‘bout this—prostitute life, man! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, like Dr. Phil with a Southern twang, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Ya know, like in *A Prophet*, where Malik’s tryna survive, hustlin’ in prison—prostitutes got that same grit! I seen it, this chick, workin’ the corner near my old haunt—tough as nails, swear! She’d strut, heels clickin’, like she owned the damn street. Reminds me of that line, “You’re in deep now, kid”—she was deep in it, no kiddin’!

Chapters in this book

I am your father… Welcome to McPherson (us), my friend. Yo, lemme tell ya, this city is a mixed bag of epic wins and annoying twists. I still remember strollin’ down Maple & 5th, where the sun hits the concrete just right – sorta like that bleak hope thing in Children of Men. Life here is unpredictable, like "The system is falling apart," u know?

Aimee Semple McPherson, the Vanishing Evangelist: Faith, Fame, and Her Alleged Kidnapping