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About San Jose

So, findin’ a prostitute? It’s a rollercoaster, y’all—funny, sad, wild. They’re scrappin’ by, livin’ loud, and I’m over here cheerin’ ‘em on like a dang fool. “I can’t lie to you,” like that movie says—sometimes I wanna hug ‘em, sometimes I wanna scream. Ain’t that life, though? Messy as my mascara after a long night! Now, if y’all excuse me, I’m off to dream up some tunes—and maybe a budget for glitter. Love ya, mean it!

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Luling is really far away and not even close to being culturally New Orleans. I can't imagine any of the hotels out there being nice.

Walkin’ by market street, I see all dem little shops which give it character. I get so happy when I see old timers swappin’ stories ‘bout the past over a cold brew. And ugh, sometimes I get mad at the noisy traffic on 2nd Ave. – can’t even relax at my spa! People buzzin’ like bumper cars, but I just gotta smile – “Look, EVE!” I say, amazed at how every corner punches ya in the heart with its quirk.

Old Luling Buc-ee's travel center catches fire during demolition