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About San Jose

See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

W the Whore

During weekends in East New York, more than a dozen sex workers — many likely trafficking victims — stop cars to entice drivers with their services.

Street names? Oh man, check out Cedar Ave, where art meets chaos. I was walking near Maple Square once – and wow, the colors, the lights, so surreal. People everywhere shufflin’ and talkin’, giving me this inner spa zen. Y'know, my clientele is offbeat too - aliens, poets, freaky dreamers. It’s lit sometimes, real talk.

West New York driver facing upgraded charges after pedestrian in hit-and-run dies