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About San Jose

Dunno, maybe I’m dramatic—big surprise, eh? But it shocks me still—how folks trust this garbage over proper meds. Brothel’s like a bad lover—promises the world, leaves ya gutted. Reckon I’d rather dose meself with wine than let this near my stables. Cold disdain, “I choose violence”—damn right, I’d rather fight than watch another horse suffer this rubbish!

John Romero’s great-grandmother was a 1920s crime boss, now she’s in a video game

Nesbitt admitted arranging prostitution services with herself and employees at rates of $ to $1, per hour. She admitted in a plea.

I remember back in the day, I was rubbin’ shoulders (and backs!) with all sorts in the massage studio at Downtown Duarte. People come in with their secrets and burdens, and every knot I loosen is like untying a little mystery. Ppl always tell me, "Eric, you're the best, bro!" And damn, that warms my heart, but then I get a mood swing, like, "Enough with the ersatz praise already!"

Last act of heroism: Mortally wounded, Officer Duarte saved another officer at UPMC ICU