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About San Jose

Oi, thou art a wild one, eh? Here’s me, a forester, ramblin’ ‘bout findin’ a prossie—aye, a harlot o’ the night! Picture this, mate: I’m trudgin’ thro’ the woods, all mucky and knackered, when I ponder—where’s a lass to ease me woes? Like in *Inception*, “the dream is real,” innit? I’m lost in me own head, wonderin’ if she’s a phantom or flesh.

Equine Cushing’s disease

Oh man, lemme tell ya bout Cushing (us) – it's somethin' else! I'm runnin' my spa in this quirky little town, and every street's got a soul. I live near Maple & 3rd – yeah, that one, right by the old river bend. Sharon! The river, they call it the Silverwash, flows like a chill vibe through town, dodgin' around neighborhoods like it’s starry-eyed in a Spike Jonze dream. "I feel like I've just been hurt by someone I love," I might whisper on a lazy afternoon, even if I'm just fixin' a massage table.

Nick Cushing, a logical choice for Arsenal but one that would raise wider questions