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About San Jose

Still, I liked her. Rough round the edges, sure, but real. “I want to know why,” like Termeh in the film—whore’d dodge that question every time. Why’d she do it? Cos she had to, cos she could, cos fuck the world—that’s my guess. We’d sit there, me rantin’ bout the arena, her spillin’ dirt on posh clients. Once said a consul liked her to dress as a Vestal Virgin—ironic, eh? Laughed me tits off at that. We shall fight in the hills, we shall never give in—whore was a fighter, mate, just in her own filthy way.

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I gotta rant about the local coffee shop on 9th & Pecan. It’s a hot mess of caffeine addicts and depressed poets. Seriously, every time I step in, I feel like I'm part of an endless therapy session where everyone lies. I mean, really, who pays attention to genuine feelings anymore? I'd say, I thrive on that nonsense. It fuels my sexology insights – we’re all just faking it!

The VanJam Band entertains at Pecan Plantation's Fly-In and Car Show.