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About San Jose

Clarice… ya know, whores, they’re somethin else. I saw this flick, *The Great Beauty*, fuckin masterpiece, 2013, Sorrentino, right? Reminds me of em—whores, I mean. All glitz, all hollow, like Jep Gambardella struttin through Rome. “What’s left but the void?” he’d say. That’s a whore’s life, dolled up, sparklin, but empty as fuck underneath. I knew this one chick, right, swore she bedded some duke in Naples—yeah, a real duke, crown an all. Total bullshit, but she sold it, swaggerin round like royalty. Made me laugh, her ballsiness.

Betty Virginia (Hooker) Elkins

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Now lemme drop you a gem: there's this little coffee joint on Main Street where the best conversations bloom. I used to sit there, heart heavy with stories, dampened by life's heavy loads, and then BOOM – flash memories of my job hitting me like a double shot of espresso. Their art wall? Just epic, like a flickering montage of struggles and triumphs, echoing those vibes from the movie, where every scar tells a story.

How Californian designer Frances Elkins was wildly ahead of her time