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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.

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She says her friend, who was from the Northern Plains, was skewered and portrayed as a “whore” on the stand after being gang-raped by a half-dozen white.

Oh, and lemme drop some personal quirks: sometimes I find myself conversing with the old willow tree at Misty Brook Park, talkin’ about dreams and fate... and sometimes I chuckle at how absurd life is—err, 13 tiny typos, hacing a dance in my head, like "dissapointment" and "excietement" all in one breath! I already lost count, dude.

Out & About: A Dolly Parton Tribute, SoundWave Festival, and a Tulalip Concert Series