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About San Jose

So, findin’ a prossie—where dost thou start? Down by the docks, methinks, where sailors swap shillings fer skirts. Little fact, mate—back in old London, they called ‘em “Winchester Geese,” ‘cause bishops taxed their arses fer profit! Ain’t that a kicker? I’m roamin’, heart poundin’ like a drum, half-thrilled, half-pissed at meself fer even tryin’. The air’s thick with smoke and cheap perfume—doth make thee gag, yet lures thee in.

Worth knowing

The Bible speaks of an alabaster box in two separate incidents involving women who brought ointment in the box to anoint Jesus.

Sorry for the typos, man – got so many thoughts rushin’, 16 or more if ya count! LOL! Bruh, time flies when you’re in Alabaster. My fave quirks include gettin’ lost in night markets on Elm Street, where every vendor’s got a crazy, hopeful story that rattles your inner self, brother!

Alabaster Lions Club has success with inaugural Easter egg hunt