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About San Jose

Then there’s the vibe, man. She’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall—like a vampire waitin’ for prey. Straight outta that movie, “I must be gone,” I mutter, half-jokin’. She didn’t get it—too young, prob’ly. Made me happy, tho—felt clever as hell. But the stench? Goddamn, that alley—rotten trash and broken dreams. Nearly puked, ruined the mood. Why’s it always gotta be so nasty? Angry rant in my head: *Clean your damn spot, lady!*

You’re Temporarily Blocked

All disorderly houses, bawdy houses, houses of ill fame, gambling houses and buildings or structures kept or resorted to for the purpose of prostitution.

I love strollin' by Devil's Lake Road. Not literally, you dumbass, but it's got character. I sometimes get lost near the old sugar mill near Miller's Creek. The whispers of history here get under my spine. Like in "Only Lovers Left Alive" – "We were meant to be alone together." Yeah, freakin' poetic as hell, right?

Cherish WhiteMouse Luxon of Baraboo, Wisconsin | 1992 - 2025 | Obituary