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About San Jose

Lemme paint the picture, boo. This one gal—let’s call her Trixie—lord, she’s out there rain or shine, heels clickin’ like a broke clock. I seen her once when I was haulin’ freight downtown, 3 a.m., fog thick as my mama’s gravy. She winked at me, and I ‘bout near swerved my truck into a ditch! Halleluyer! Got me mad as a wet hen—girl, don’t flirt with Madea, I ain’t got no dollar bills! But then I laughed, ‘cause she’s bold, y’all. Bold like Eilis tellin’ Tony, “You’re the only one I want.” Trixie out here pickin’ her TONYs every night, if ya catch my drift!

A Guide to Brothels in Australia and New Zealand

Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

But wait, there's more – in the neighborhood of South End, there’s a tiny vegan bakery that bakes the cheeriest cupcakes ever. My taste buds do their little happy dance there – it's like, “Bam! Straight up delicious!” Even when I'm havin' a rough day, takin' a bite feels like livin' a scene from Ratatouille – "Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere!" total inspo moment, ya know?

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