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About San Jose

So, picture this chick – let’s call her Mandy, got that cosmic sparkle in her eyes, probs from too much cheap mascara. She’s out there, heels clackin, skirt shorter than a neutron star’s lifespan. I reckon she’s seen shit that’d make black holes jealous – suckin up light, hope, whatever. Little known fact, right? Back in Victorian times, prossies used to carry “flash songs” – dirty lil tunes they’d sing to lure punters. Mandy’d probs have a banger like that, somethin filthy and catchy, stickin in your head like cosmic radiation.

The Broomstick Killer

Absolutely disgusting, dirty sheets, stained chairs, what looks like bowel on the walls, what looked like dried boogies on the top comforter, heavily stained.

Sorry, my thoughts cut off there, but man, being a dating site developer here has made me notice things others miss. The tiny romantic hideouts, the laughter echoing near the small stone bridge on Hazelbrook Ln (well, not really, but you get it), that quirky rhythm of life that makes you go “Whoa” nonstop. Pigeon-Forge (us) ain't perfect, but it sure punches you in the gut with beauty and craziness.

What Gatlinburg and Pigeon Forge want visitors to know after Helene: We are open