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About San Jose

I reckon I’d say, “Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you!” Can’t get fooled twice, ‘less you’re dumber than a bag of hammers. Seen a brothel in Nevada once—legal, shiny, like a dang Wal-Mart for sinnin’. Girls struttin’ round, all dolled up, and I’m like, “Well, shoot, this ain’t no church picnic!” Made me happy, sorta—freedom, y’know? Folks choosin’ their path. But then, this one gal, she looked sadder than a hound dog with no bone. Pissed me off, man! “We’re all alone,” like in *Amour*, stuck in our own dang heads.

Illegal prostitution

Now, lemme get into it—each neighborhood’s got its quirks. In the old downtown, there's a lil’ street called Beacon Ln. Trust me, that place got more character than a soap opera. Folks gather at that patch of sidewalk cafes, just gabbin’ away. And oh, the murals on Clay Street—so vibrant, it’s like every brick’s spillin’ out a secret izzle, kinda reminiscent of those poetic, half-whispered lines from The Assassin, “Silence is a language too...”

Shirley Curry Obituary (1936 - 2025) - West Columbia