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About San Jose

So, dig this—met this ho once, swear she was a ghost. Worked the corner near Crenshaw, eyes like she seen too much. Told me ‘bout pimp named Rico, slimy fool, took her cash, beat her ass. Pissed me off, yo! Wanted to roll up, smoke that fool out, but she’s like, “Nah, Snoop, I got this.” Tough as nails, fo’ shizzle. Made me happy, seein’ her fight back, ya dig?

Family Tree of Robin Benedict

ON Saturday, March 5, , William Henry James Douglas, the head of Tufts University Medical School's Cell Culture Research Unit, murdered Robin Benedict, a prostitute who worked in .

Methuen’s a real mixed bag, ya know? We got a vibe that’s both cozy and kinda edgy. Seriously, walking down Main St. – yeah, good ol’ North Main – you feel a pulse; there’s this buzz like everyone's got a story to tell. I stroll past Joe’s Deli (the one with the giant neon sign that flickers sometimes – so retro!) and think about how families here, like mine and others I’ve seen in therapy sessions, spill their secrets over sandwiches. Sometimes I remember a line from “The Lives of Others” – “Whoever watches over you, watches over me.” Kinda deep, right?

Tractor-trailer crash in Methuen