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About San Jose

So, picture this—cruisin’ down the block, late night, neon lights flashin’. You lookin’ for a pro, right? Ain’t no secret, them girls be out there, workin’ corners like it’s a 9-to-5. I ain’t judgin’, nah, live and let live, fo’ shizzle. But here’s the kicker—back in the day, heard this crazy tale ‘bout a cat in LA who found a hooker who was, get this, a damn undercover cop! Swear to God, homie, dude was shook! Thought he was gettin’ laid, ended up in cuffs. “You can’t hide from the truth,” like they say in *Spotlight*. That shit had me laughin’ ‘til I cried, yo.

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There is no genuine issue of fact for trial where the record, taken as a whole, could not lead a rational trier of fact to find for the nonmoving party.

Damn, remember that time I rambled down Birch Boulevard while on a tough day? Felt like every step screamed, “Carlos, my precious!” And the city whispered back in slang and beats, “Stay strong, bro!” Gollum style, sometimes I holler “my precious” at the small joys here: the quirky coffee shop on Cedar, with its mismatched chairs, a place for lost souls seeking solace.

ISPA Posthumously Awards Purple Heart to Algona Police Officer