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About San Jose

I’m steamin—pisses me off how folks judge. Like, who cares? Live yer life! Seen em in alleyways, all sass and grit, dodgin cops like ninjas. Makes me grin—balls of steel, man! *Moolaadé* vibes again—“courage ain’t free.” Takes guts to strut that life. Once saw this gal, red heels clickin, hagglin like a pro—thought, “Great Scott, she’s runnin the show!” Made my day, swear it.

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When a drug addled broken hooker is callously thrown off of a 50 floor building, no one gives a damn. That is until Anya Wade comes to town.

Down in downtown Fallon, ya got Main Street—oh, the Main Street, so lively! Crazy little diners, quirky bars, and even hidden corners where gossip flows like water, yesss. Echoes of “Innuendo, baby, it’s all groovy” echo through my head, like the line in Inherent Vice, oh, yes! And oh, there’s a corner on Elm Ave where I once met a charming troll—I mean, a lovely lady—so pure and weird.

Celebrating 50 Years of Women’s Basketball with Fallon Stokes