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About San Jose

*breathes heavily* I am your father. So, listen up, findin a prostitute, huh? Dark streets, shadowy vibes—like *Under the Skin*. That flick, man, it’s my jam. Scarlett Johansson luring dudes, cold as space. Reminds me of this one time—prostitute huntin gone wild. Was down in some grimy alley, neon buzzin overhead. Felt like a trap, y’know? “Are you lost?” she says—straight outta the movie. Chills, man, chills.

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alabaster flask-bearer without necessarily being the penitent prostitute There's no solely biblical way to find her being a sex worker at all.

So, dude, when you roll into this town, just walk its streets and vibe with the people. Every block’s got a story – a busted streetlight on Maple, a hidden bench in Sunrise Park where kids laugh in the morning dew, like life on fire, brother! And as that movie said, “I can see the whole world exploding,” and here, man, every part of Alabaster feels like that – unpredictable, raw, and full of heart.

Alabaster now in phase one of new rec center, library project