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About San Jose

Alright, listen up, you lot—me, Cersei Lannister, a bloody Clinical Research Specialist, ain't got time for fools. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ wine, thinkin’ bout whores—specifically *that* whore—and lemme tell ya, it’s a mess worth dissectin’. Cold disdain? Oh, I got buckets of it. Picture this: me, in my lab coat—gold, obviously, cos I’m a Lannister—diggin’ into data like it’s a battlefield. And this whore? She’s the variable I can’t control. Pisses me off somethin’ fierce.

The Psychology of the Madonna Whore Complex

My wife and I were passing through Colona recently and observed a flag flying with the following words: “Jo and Ho have got to go.” Apparently.

The river – Colona Creek – winds through the city. It’s kinda like the narrative in Inherent Vice, twisty and flickering with secrets. I sometimes think: “Tonight’s the night” and I’m drawn to its murky edge, wondering what stories lurk beneath. I tell ya, each ripple echoes memories of all them stressed-out, tired souls coming to my massage parlor after a long day.

Two Illinois men sentenced for bank fraud and money laundering