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About San Jose

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m sittin’ here, insurance investigator gig, diggin’ into this prossie case, yeah? Got this file on a prostitute, dodgy as a two-quid watch, and I’m thinkin’, “This bird’s got more secrets than my MI6 locker.” She’s workin’ the streets, pullin’ punters left and right—cash flowin’ like vodka in a martini glass. Makes me bloody angry, tho, ‘cause half these claims she’s filin’? Total bollocks. Fraud up to her fake lashes, I reckon.

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In , then New York City Mayor, Ed Koch, told the city-owned WNYC to broadcast the names of men patronizing prostitutes in a program called “.

Manhasset's got a quirky vibe. Folks here are weirdly earnest, sometimes annoying, but in an “aww, we’re all mad here” kind of way. Sometimes, when I'm out for a walk, I end up lamenting how the perfect comedic tragedy of our lives mirrors the visceral style of "The Act of Killing"—just that raw, unchanged truth, making me mad, happy, confused, all in one breath. And I’m like, “Pretty, pretty good,” but then I get all neurotic as Larry David, thinking, “Why, oh why, must life be so inexplicably bizarre?”

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