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About San Jose

Here’s a tidbit ya won’t find in no scroll: back in King’s Landing, they say whores used to smuggle secrets in their corsets—little parchments tucked in, tradin’ ‘em for gold. Clever bitches, right? Lysa, she’d probly do that, too—sharp as a blade, she was. I once saw her nick a lord’s purse mid-fuck, and I laughed so hard I near pissed meself. “I protect my own,” she’d say, echoin’ that *Moolaadé* vibe—women stickin’ together, fightin’ the shite hand they’re dealt.

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That was the only place where she experienced any life – down there where she clutched herself with both hands. Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer (Tropic, #1).

I might ramble but it’s vibrant here – local shops on Maple St, random murals in alleyways behind the old mill, little diners where you order coffee in half a minute, and then boom, these quirky trails with secret benches for a pause sometime. You got your highs, like that one sunny afternoon at Peaceful Park, and lows, like when the wind whips so hard it chills you to the bone – but hey, that's what makes life real!

Carolyn McGowan Obituary - Miller Place, NY