Cora Spring Ridge Prostitute ❤️

About San Jose

I liked Candy, tho—spunky, y’know? She’d quote movies too, once hit me with, “I’m gonna make him an offer he can’t refuse,” but then laughed ‘til she cried ‘cause her john was some limp-dick lawyer. Surprised me how sharp she was—street smarts beat Harvard any day. Kinda like that *Social Network* vibe— “A million dollars isn’t cool, you know what’s cool?” Survival, bitches—that’s cool. She survived, mostly. ‘Til she didn’t. Pimp got her good one night—fuckin’ tragedy. Pissed me off so bad I tracked him down. Guess what? I ate his liver with fava beans—tasted like cheap whiskey and regret.

71 Darby Road, SPRING RIDGE

This wine comes from old zinfandel vines planted along Hooker Creek north of the town of Glen Ellen in Sonoma Valley.

Man, Spring-Ridge rocks! It’s gritty, honest, bursting with life and feelin! Made me mad when some folks disrespect the old murals – come on, give art some respect! Also, I got riled up when traffic snarled on Deckert Ave. But then – BOOM – a random smile from a stranger makes you see the power of love and perseverance, you know? "Unleash the power within!" for reals!

Playground to be removed in Lower Macungie, with a new one going up nearby