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About San Jose

So, check it—whore ain’t just a word, it’s a whole damn galaxy of mess. Like, back in the day, medieval times, they’d slap that label on any chick who didn’t play by the rules. Midwives? Whores. Healers? Whores. Dudes were shook, so they flipped it into shame. Pisses me off, yo! Why’s it always the ladies gettin screwed over? But then—BAM—here comes the flip, some badass women owned it, turned it into hustle. Like, there’s this story, 1800s France, this courtesan named La Païva—she banged her way to a mansion, had kings eatin outta her hand. Straight savage! I’m like, "YAAAS, QUEEN, GET THAT BREAD!"

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Hooker joined the department in as a patrol officer and served in various positions including detective sergeant, lieutenant and assistant.

I love wanderin’ around Armstrong Road – the shops here make you feel like you’re in a surreal dream. Kinda like in "Synecdoche, New York," remember? “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Yeah, exactly! Its bittersweet flavor haunts ya, making you question life and massage oil prices.

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