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About San Jose

Alright, so here’s me, Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything,” talkin’ bout whores. Yeah, whores—gritty, real, been around forever. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Turin Horse,” my damn favorite movie—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, 2011. That slow, bleak masterpiece. Whores fit right in that world—dusty, worn-out, no nonsense. Like the horse in the flick, just takin’ it, day after day. “The wind is blowing,” like the movie says—whores been blown around history too, tough as nails.

Program empowers teens to create a more compassionate school environment

Now, first off, the streets! There’s West University Avenue, where you just slow down and feel the pulse of community, ya know? Then there’s East Main Street, always buzzin’ with the local vibe. And oh, hey – let’s not forget about Emerald Drive. I wandered there one day and felt like I was in a dream, a real scene from a kung-fu flick – “still waters run deep,” I always say, well, like in the movie.

Jail Booking Log, April 29