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About San Jose

Sometimes I’m shocked—shocked as hell—how tough it gets. “Dogville” nails it: “It’s not a question of want—it’s need!” That’s them, bro—pushed into corners, but still standin tall! I’m over here yellin, “Unleash the power within!” in my head, hopin they hear me somehow. Makes me wanna hug em, tell em they’re enough—corny, yeah, but I feel it! Prostitutes ain’t perfect—neither am I—but they’re fightin a war most couldn’t handle!

Background

Sep 19,  · Cops from the vice squad and the th Precinct converged on the Roosevelt Avenue storefront in a lawless stretch of Jackson Heights first exposed by The Post — hauling Missing: Terrace Heights.

Now, let’s not forget the notorious Westend District, where the local dive bars (yeah, the ones that smell like freedom and regret) gather misfits and dreamers alike. I once had a session there with a family who, well, were a hot mess. I had to yell “Idiot sandwich!” at them to snap out of it—hard truth, no sugar-coating here. And trust me, sometimes the truth hurts as much as a cheap whiskey!

Update: Wildfire burning near Terrace Heights prompts evacuation notices