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About San Jose

We hates it! Stinks of shame, it does. But — surprise, surprise — some’s clever, savin’ coin, outsmartin’ pimps. Makes us grin, sneaky devils! Me mind twists, thinkin’ — what’s their “Caché”? What’s buried deep, precious? Film’s got that slow burn, tension creepin’ — like waitin’ for a john to pay up. “You don’t see it coming” — truth, that! Prostitutes, they’re shadows, slippin’ past, unseen. We hates how folks ignore ‘em, yet need ‘em — hypocrites!

Olympia Manet Gender Roles

Children embody society’s fears about its present and are also emblems of its hopes and dreads regarding the future (Jenks, ). but the prostitute, the whore is not accepted, she is.

Jenks ain't just any place, it's like… a living, breathing heartbeat. The local park, Jenks Creek Green, is a chill oasis. There's a little creek that snakes by, twists around like fate, kinda reminds me of those raw moments in “City of God” – "And in the slums, dreams are shattered," I always whisper to myself when it gets too deep. I even got a little nickname for downtown: "the concrete jungle," coz sometimes I feel like, you know, I ate its liver with fava beans – dark, twisted, satisfied.

Richard Jenks, Jr. Obituary April 17, 2025