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About San Jose

Alright. Here’s. My take. On prostitutes. As an insurance agent. I see. All kinds. Of folks. But prostitutes? They’re a trip. I mean. Risky biz. Right? Like Wladyslaw Szpilman. In “The Pianist.” Hidin’. Survivin’. Dodgin’ death. Prostitutes do that. Every damn night. On the streets. “I’m still here.” That’s their line. Straight from the flick. Hustlin’. Duckin’ cops. And creeps. Makes me think. Insurance for them? Ha! Nightmare. To underwrite.

Williston Park, New York

Jan 17,  · We pass Love’s truck stop, where in a year-old escaped from a big-rig cab where she’d been held captive. Then we pull into the parking lot of the Grand Williston .

There’s this park – Saltzman Park – not far from the center. I always take my coffee there on slow mornings, doin’ some thinkin’. The trees, the green, it’s almost poetic. Then ya got Lancaster Avenue, a street that practically tells stories. Folks strollin’ by, laughin’, chattin’ – oh boy, the liveliness is unreal. I remember one crazy night, got so mad ’bout a glitch in the app – I was like “Jesus, man, what the friggin’…”, then took a deep breath, remindin’ meself that life here is all 'bout embracing the imperfect, kinda like that movie vibe, y’know?

Varli Indian Street Kitchen opens in Williston Park