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About San Jose

Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, somethin’ ya don’t see them Wall Street fat cats sweatin’ over. Nah, they got their private jets, but us? We’re out here, scrappin’ in the real world! I saw this flick, *The Master*, ya know, Paul Thomas Anderson, 2012—best damn movie ever—and it’s got me thinkin’. Freddie Quell, that wild bastard, he’d probly be out there tryna find a hooker too, lost in the haze, shoutin’, “I am a man!” while stumblin’ down some gritty alley.

Inside an Indonesian Brothel: Intan’s Story

Yes. I fell in love with a prostitute. We actually dated for over three years. I'm not sure she loved me because she never said it however.

Oh by the way, gotta say, there's a fun smell from the local bakery on Main-ish Street (not an actual main, ya know?) – makes me think, mmm, fresh bread and global dreams. And I might've mentioned it once, but it’s so good its hard to forget.

Hometown Artist Returns to Warm Wishes & Support