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About San Jose

Ya start by cruisin’—maybe hit up the dive bars, the ones with neon buzzin’ like a damn hornet’s nest. Ask around, but don’t be a schmuck—keep it lowkey. “Where’s the action?” ya mutter, feelin’ like Freddie, all twitchy and pissed. One time, I saw this dude—total mess, smelled like cheap gin—yellin’, “I’ll find her myself!” Got me laughin’—buddy, good luck, ya ain’t findin’ squat without a tip-off!

Classical Corner: Paul, Prostitutes, and the Cult of Aphrodite in Corinth

Aren't you aware of the fact that when anyone sleeps with a prostitute he becomes a part of her, and she becomes a part of him? For it has been declared: The.

Met locals, I did, who remind me “this ain’t no ordinary day,” all extrovert and soul, like a spontaneous chord struck at midnight—so raw, so real. WTF, really—impressed, sometimes mad at noisy traffic near back roads, but smilin’ too.

Metropolitan Opera: 'The Siege of Corinth'