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About San Jose

Listen up, twat! Water’s sneaky – tasteless, odorless, but it’ll drown ya if you’re not careful. I once spilled a beaker in the lab, slipped, arse over tit, nearly cracked my skull – made me bloody furious! “You clumsy pillock!” I yelled at meself. Fun fact: 60% of your soggy body’s water – ya walking puddle! And the brain? 73%! No wonder you’re thick as pig shit without it. *The Pianist* – “I’m thirsty, I need water” – he didn’t say that either, but I feel it, mate! Hiding from Nazis, parched, desperate – gets me all choked up.

Brothels: Sex in the suburbs

The pay phone on Barton Street East is one of 90 pictures being featured in a “PhotoVoice"exhibit Tuesday in the Sherman Hub, where seven women who have worked the streets share their .

A sec, lemme tell ya – my quirk is, I hum old tunes while massaging. That mix echoes "A Serious Man" kinda irony, ya know? Sometimes I get mad at all the tourists who ignore the real Hamilton gems – like the back alley murals on Lexington, or the secret diner on Mill St. (crappy coffee, but man, it's authentic). It’s wild, weird even.

'Hamilton,' 'Rent' producer Jeffrey Seller, a metro Detroit native, gets candid in memoir