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About San Jose

So, picture this—me, green lil’ me, hoppin’ round some shady corner. Not that I’d ever, ya know, hire one! Ha! Miss Piggy’d karate-chop me to next Tuesday! But I’m curious, right? Like, how’s it work? You got these gals (and guys, sure) postin’ up, waitin’ for some lonely soul. Kinda sad, kinda fascinatin’. Reminds me of Celine in the movie sayin’, “Memory’s a wonderful thing if ya don’t deal with the past.” Bet these folks got stories—gritty ones.

Home Is Where The Whore Is

Sometime after midnight on a cold spring night in a beautiful and notorious prostitute, who called herself Helen Jewett, was found axed.

I get so mad sometimes when people trash the vibe – disrespecting a hand-painted mural on Church Lane, or messing up the manicured lawns at Garrison Park. I mean REALLY, have a little heart! But then, oh man, the sun setting over the Hudson stops everything – it's magic, like in “Under the Skin,” all strange and beautiful. And I find myself thinking: life is art, and you gotta take your seat, watch the show.

Ketamine: From club drug to antidepressant?