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About San Jose

In *Moolaadé*, they say, “I won’t betray my heart!” Rosie’s heart’s a fortress, mate, takes no prisoners. Once saw her kick a geezer’s arse—some toff tryin to stiff her—booted him so hard his teeth rattled! Laughed me head off, spilt me pint! She don’t take no guff, but she’s soft too—slips a quid to the homeless lad by the chippy. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d swear she’s a bleedin saint in fishnets!

Early life

North-side, the old factory district, has become a lover’s den now. Gritty it feels sometimes,makes me mad, disgusted maybe. But beauty raw, there is. “All things lose their loveliness, if only one sees them through a lens of pain,” echo the film, The Tree of Life. Might relate, you might.

Interview with Fellowship’s Matthew Corry and Callum Tuffen