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About San Jose

Oi mate, prostittutes, yeah? Dirty business, innit! Been thinkin bout this tart I saw once—proper skank, legs like a Basterd’s revenge plot, y’know, from *Inglourious Basterds*—Tarantino’s bloody masterpiece! “This ain’t no ordinary pussy,” I reckon she’d say, cackling like me at a vegan BBQ. Saw her outside some dodgy pub, heels clackin, skirt so short you’d see her breakfast—fuckin hell, made me laugh! “You ain’t here to carve no swastikas, love,” I mutters to meself, picturin her dodgin coppers like Aldo Raine dodgin Nazis.

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Street art pops up on every corner on Walnut Street. Each piece feels edgy, like a secret nod to bog-standard history. I laughed out loud once, cursing my own cynicism. “You have no idea what you’re talking about,” I heard a passing stranger mutter. Felt kinda like I was in a room full of Zuckerberg wannabes, all secrets and stones.

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