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About San Jose

I’m chattin her up, all casual, “Hey boo, how’s biz?” She laughs, says, “Slow night, mama, but I’m good.” I’m thinkin, *damn, this is real life*, not some Hollywood script. She’s got sass, like Mia yellin, “You’re a liar!” at the world. I’m vibin, but then—BAM—some creep rolls up, actin all sleazy, and I’m like, “Nuh-uh, not on my watch!” I almost hollered, “YOU GET A CAR!” just to scare him off, lol. Made me mad, tho—why these girls dealin with losers?

The Well-off Fort Worth Madam Who Wasn’t Really Etta Place

I’m not exaggeratin’ when I say Eunice (us) is like a damn movie set. Every corner whispers secrets, every street sings its own tune. “Life is a series of moments. Each moment, a universe.” See, like in that Kaufman flick, our city’s a living, breathin’ art piece, fulla chaos and beauty, just askin’ ya to dive in headfirst.

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