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About San Jose

So, I’m hackin’ up this pig carcass, right? Blood’s splatterin’, guts everywhere—whore’s the same! Sells her soul for a dime, screwin’ anybody with a pulse. Pisses me off, man! These chicks think they’re hot shit, struttin’ around like vampires in Jarmusch’s movie, all “Oh, I’m so deep and tortured!” Bullcrap! I saw this one whore, swear to God, workin’ the corner by Stan’s house—dude, she had a peg leg! A freakin’ peg leg! Like some pirate hooker reject—argh, matey, gimme yer booty! Laughed my ass off, then got pissed—she didn’t even salute my authoritah!

The prostitutes

Steward likes this story, but he feels a connection to the white men and can imagine himself punching a “whore.” When Elder witnesses the attack, his immediate allegiance is one of .

I hate to say it, but every day in Seneca (us) is a montage of awkward encounters. Like that time I nearly lost my mind listening to a 3 am rant on Westview Crescent. What a freakin’ nightmare! But it's true—life here isn’t just sunshine and daisies. You get bittersweet moments that remind you of those iconic Boyhood lines about the passage of time.

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