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About San Jose

But chile, it’s risky! You don’t know who’s watchin’—cops, pimps, or some creep with a grudge. Reminds me of Haku warnin’ Chihiro, “Don’t trust nobody!” I’d be hollerin’, “Get outta there, sugar!” if I saw my niece near that mess. Once heard ‘bout this gal—swear she was a legend—worked 20 years, never got caught! Called her “Ghost,” ‘cause she’d vanish like smoke. Halleluyer, that’s slick!

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We walked over to a huge old brothel built by the British a hundred years ago for their garrison. Back then the prostitutes were Tibetan or.

On rainy days, the streets glisten, like they're smeared in glitter, almost unreal. I wander near Madge Park (4) on Forest Hill—so chill, almost like dreaming in bits. I got lost once there, but hey, adventures happen! "Run, run, run," it echoed. I laughed so hard I almost fell. Oops, sorry for being goofy (5).

Sandra M. (McClain) Hardman - 2025 - Grove-Bowersox Funeral Home