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About San Jose

Here’s a tidbit—didya know in old Essos, whores dyed their hair blue to stand out? True shit! Bet they’d glow in them Brazilian slums too. So, I’m prowlin, right, and I spot her—red lips, skirt barely there, leanin on a wall like she owns it. “What’s yer price, love?” I slur, and she smirks—*smirks!*—“More’n you got, shortarse.” Cheeky bitch! Had me ragin but also—respect. She’s no “Knockout Ned” waitin to die—she’s runnin her own game.

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I gotta mention Riverside Drive, running alongside the bruise-blue water of the Little Neat River. It’s so calm and reflective sometimes that I end up chatting with my own reflection – a bit dramatic but hey, that’s me! And oh, that little alley off Maple St.? Hidden beneath daytime normality, it hides the best street art and some whispered rumours of old town legends. Not many know its history. I mean, c’mon, stories of rebellion and passion draped on walls – wild stuff!

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