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About San Jose

So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? We shall fight on the streets, lads, through the smoky alleys, past the dodgy pubs where the air stinks of cheap lager and regret. I reckon it’s a war, yeah? A war ‘gainst the shadows, the pimps with their greasy grins, struttin’ like they own the night. Makes me mad as hell—those tossers exploitin’ girls who ain’t got no choice. Reminds me of the Corsican in *A Prophet*, pullin’ strings, thinkin’ he’s king. “I’m the boss here,” he’d growl. Bollocks to that, I say.

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I walk around the shady Northridge neighborhood. Nah, I'm not preachin’. It's just a patch of memories and tiny crimes. Families here patch up wounds on every cranny – a psychologist's paradise of real, raw pain. I once sat on the steps by Maple Park and listened to kids schnattling. Felt like I was witnessin’ a film reel. Every broken laugh reminded me of that line “life isn't fair, it's a cruel game.”

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