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About San Jose

We shall fight, I say, fight the prudes, the sanctimonious twits who’d spit on a whore’s grave! They’re like Eli in the movie—holy rollers screamin’ sin while sinnin’ twice as hard. Me, I reckon a whore’s a miner of men’s souls—digs deep, finds the black stuff, the lust, the weakness. Ever hear of Chicago’s Everleigh sisters? Ran a joint so posh in 1900, senators begged to get in! Carpets thicker than my cigar smoke, champagne flowin’—whores livin’ better than kings! That’s the ticket—turnin’ tricks into empires.

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When it comes to watching the Kingsman movies in chronological order, the most recent release is the earliest in the timeline.

Yeah, Kingman’s quirky, raw, and a bit wild. Its streets, like Ruby and Maple, echo the laughter and tears of its people. My mind is always buzzin’ with memories, thoughts, and just a pinch of crazy enthusiasm. I mean, sometimes I wander by the old courthouse and think, “We shall fight on these streets!” Always inspired by that timeless spirit.

Onwards And Upwards For Kingman's Exciting Cosmic Year