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About San Jose

Then—BOOM—cops swoop in, lights flashin’, and I’m duckin’ like, “I ain’t part of this!” Surprised me so bad I nearly dropped my purse! They nabbed her quick, and I’m thinkin’, “The world’s a mystery,” like that moody-ass movie. Life’s messy, y’all! I ain’t sayin’ it’s right or wrong—prostitutes gotta eat too—but damn, it’s a hustle! One time, I heard ‘bout this gal who’d sing gospel while waitin’ for clients—talk about multitaskin’! Halleluyer, that’s talent!

Muncie, IN

Sometimes, I marvel how a city so small holds mighty dreams. Each street, like the crooked turns on Maple Lane, has its own pulse. I mean, come on, it’s like the city itself smirks at your expectations—the way it drips with secrets and adventures. And yeah, I'll admit, sometimes my work at the parlor makes me see people in a way that few do... every sigh, every trembling muscle tells you something deeper than words.

Muncie woman charged after 4-year-old drowns during home baptism