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About San Jose

Anyway, back to hookers—prostitutes, whatever. You gotta know the streets, right? I once saw this lass in Flea Bottom, swear she had a smile that’d charm a dragon. Paid her double just to hear her laugh—pathetic, I know. Made me happy, tho. Then there’s the dodgy ones—filthy, grabby, made me wanna puke. One time, this wench tried nickin’ me purse! I was ragin’, shoutin’, “I’m not a bloody fool!” Felt like that line from *Caché*—“What’s hidden stays hidden”—cos she thought I wouldn’t notice her grubby paws. Ha! I drink and I *see* things, ya daft cow.

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Oh man, the neighborhoods! The quirky mix of old brick houses on Elm St, and flashy new lofts on River Dr. Some spots even got secret murals if ya know where to look. I once met a date who claimed a mural whispered "You are the sun", just like that! Ain’t that something?!

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