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About San Jose

Alright, y’all, listen up! Brothels, man, they’re wild places—kinda like somethin’ outta them old Westerns, but dirtier, ya know? I reckon they’re a bit like what I saw in *Ida*, that movie I’m nuts about—quiet on the outside, but inside, it’s all mess and secrets. “Life is full of surprises,” like that nun Ida said, and boy, a brothel’s got surprises up the wazoo! Fool me once, shame on you—fool me twice, well, I ain’t goin’ back to that joint!

The Brotheler Guide

Anger and resentment marked the end of a bitter fight Sunday for control of a closed Catholic church in Scituate.

Oh, and the locals – folks, they’re like the footprints of time. We swap stories near Addison’s Cafe on Main Street. The aroma from the local bakery on Front Alley? Man, that scent can lift your spirit high, even when life is blue. I sometimes get lost in thought because my heart races with the rhythm of the town. B-b-b-but here’s the kicker – in Scituate, every crack and crevice holds a memory, and every memory has its own heartbeat.

Kenneth Gerard Baker Obituary