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About San Jose

What gets me proper angry? She’s raking it in! More dosh in a night than I see in a week, and I’m the mug chasin her down alleys. Happy bit? Caught her once, she slips me a wink, says, “You’re too pretty for this, copper.” Cheeky cow! Surprised me, cos I thought she’d leg it. Nah, she’s bold as brass. In my head, I’m like, “Ricky, don’t laugh, stay stern,” but I’m cracking up inside.

Adventure Travel

I used to walk down Avenida del Sol — yeah, with 17 or so coffee shops, quirky little bars, and pop-up stands selling local treats — thinking, “Man, every whiff of salt in the air... it’s like destiny calling me again.” It’s weird how my job as a massage parlor owner makes me notice the minute vibes. Like, the way the breeze flirts with your hair outside my shop on Calle Luna, or the feel of warm, soft sand beneath your feet at Los Pajaritos Park.

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