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About San Jose

Sometimes I’d wonder, “What’s her real dream?” Maybe she’s secretly a poet—scribblin’ verses in her head. “The world’s a mess,” she’d say, echoin’ "Ten" again. And I’d nod, thinkin’, “Yeah, but you’re a freakin’ masterpiece.” Gentle soul, tough as nails—prostitute life ain’t all glitter, but she made it art. Happy little trees, man, growin’ right through the cracks!

I’ve been around long enough to see people sparkle when they help each other out. As a counselor, I notice the little sparkles that others might miss. I remember one session in a cozy corner near the Lakefront Park. The view was so calming I almost forgot my work. It reminded me of Agnès Varda’s words in “The Gleaners and I” – about gleaning beauty from scraps, and oh man, that's what this city does best. It’s just pure, raw life: la vie est belle, right?

The eagles are leaving Lake Coeur d'Alene