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About San Jose

I’m strollin’, yeah, heart pumpin’, thinkin’ – “What’s the vibe tonight?” Then I see her, some fit lass, all legs and lipstick, leanin’ on a wall. I’m like, “Yes, mate, jackpot!” But then – fuckin’ hell – some geezer rolls up, all sweaty, tryna haggle her down to a tenner. A tenner?! Bruv, I was ragin’ – have some respect, you mug! She’s out here hustlin’, riskin’ it all, and you’re penny-pinchin’ like a twat? Made me wanna smack him, but I ain’t no hero, innit.

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Then there’s the park. Yes sir, Brush Park — it ain't large, but it’s sweeter than peach pie. There's an old, gnarled oak by the entrance that locals say is as ancient as time itself. I reckon it's seen more first dates than the bar down on Sunset Lane. And let me be honest, sometimes I take walks there, just to clear my head after a long night trudgin' through bugs in my code. Sometimes it makes me mad when the bugs get the best o’ me, but hey, life’s a rollercoaster, ain't it?

Multiple brush fires erupt in Volusia County