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About San Jose

Now, lemme get personal—whores got stories, man. Jenny once told me bout this john, paid her in fake cash! She chased him down, laughin’—said it was the thrill. Cracked me up, that spunk! But serious—why’s society so harsh? “Ten” nails it—“People don’t change, they repeat.” Whores get stuck in that loop, judged forever. Makes me mad, that unfairness.

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PostScriptum: An Interdisciplinary Journal of Literary Studies (Jul ). The City as Medusa, Grandma and Whore in Arundhati Roy’s The Ministry of Utmost Happiness.

There’s this park, Cedar Park, with trees and stuff. We’d hang out on Thursdays. Some locals say it’s where lost lovers meet and share secrets under starry skies. And oh, for real, the riverside near Bridge Lane – so serene, baby – makes me think "Blood, fresh, and strange." I get super emo there sometimes. It's like every pixel of the city sings its own tune.

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