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About San Jose

Oi, you donkey! Findin’ a prostitute? Piece of piss, innit? I’m ragin’ already—stupid bloody question! Like in *Goodbye to Language*, “What’s visible is shit!” Yeah, mate, the streets are a mess, dodgy corners everywhere. Was walkin’ past this skanky alley, right? Saw this bird, proper fit, leanin’ on a wall. Thought, “Bloody hell, she’s workin’ it!” Didn’t even clock her at first—idiot sandwich, me!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I had a Tinder date that was doing this just to make a little money and have temporary roofs over her head with scars all over her, and was covered in scars by all those who took advantage of .

I gotta mention the river too – the Ruby Run (no joke, it glows at sunset like a ruby in a treasure chest!). I always find myself starin’ at it, thinkin’ “Life’s a cabaret, old chum!” Crazy, right? All these areas, from uptown chill spots to them dusty backroads, meld into a vibe that’s thrilling as a boozy night out in Paris.

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