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About San Jose

Me, Borat, detective now, yes! Very nice! I look for prostitute, big case, ya? In my head, like Royal Tenenbaums, so classy, so mess up family, but I love it! I go street, dark, smelly, ugh, make me angry – why so dirty, Kazakhstan better! I see lady, she wink, I think, “This is my shot, man!” Like Richie say, “I’m gonna find her,” ya, but not love, just work!

Celebrating Banned Books Week with a look at Walt Whitman

To a Common Prostitute, be composed–be at ease with me–I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature; Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you.

The city flows with surprises, you know? The Whitman River slinks past downtown, twisting like secrets. I remember one night, after a tough session, strollin' by its old bridge—Spencer Bridge. It glowed under the streetlights, a mirror for lost dreams. Made me think, "You merely adopted the dark!" in a way that made my heart thump.

Letter from Athletic Director Josh Whitman to the Illini FamILLy