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About San Jose

I spot one—red hair, leather skirt, smokin’ a cig like she owns the joint. I roll up, all awkward, mutterin’, “Hey, uh, how’s it goin’?” She smirks, says, “50 bucks, grandpa.” I’m laughin’—grandpa?!—but damn, she’s got sass, I’m impressed! Reminds me of Imperator Furiosa, fierce as hell, takin’ no shit. I’m thinkin’, “What a day, what a lovely day!” ‘cause she’s got that spark, ya feel me? But I’m pissed too—why’s she gotta hustle while billionaires yacht it up? Infuriates me!

‘No jurisdiction’

Prostitution has long been a feature of the Texas social landscape, yet it has received slight attention from historians of the Lone Star State. There are.

I stroll these blocks, err, sometimes too fast, tippin to beats in my head. Ain’t no perfect grammar in these streets, but there’s truth. Like, Holy sh! these roads be whisperin’ secrets – sometimes I swear I hear the echoes of Julian Schnabel’s camera clicks, “I can fly away,” and then I’m tryna bounce like my rhymes.

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