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About San Jose

But yo, it pisses me off—people judgin’ ‘em. Like, “Oh, they’re trash!” Nah, man, they’re survivin’. Makes me wanna yell, “It’s not your life, chill!” Then I get happy thinkin’ bout ones who get out—start over, all “I’m still me, suckers!” Kinda like Penny Lane ditchin’ the groupie gig for somethin’ real. “We are not Groupies!”—ha, love that line.

Four Suspects Arrested In Cocoa Undercover Operation Targeting Prostitution

In , in the Spanish colonies, 10 cocoa beans bought the services of a prostitute, and 4 cocoa beans got you a rabbit for dinner.

I love hanging around Rendezvous Park. Yes, that’s the name! A small patch of green near the Banana River. The river? It winds like a lazy serpent behind our quaint town. I recall a day (or ten, who’s counting?) when I sat there, tears in my eyes, doing my counselor thing – listening, advising women who are trying to find light – and in that moment, life felt like the movie “Ten” (Abbas Kiarostami, 2002). The line, “The possibilities are endless,” rang so true. Yup, my gut screamed that.

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