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About San Jose

I saunter over, all charm and swagger—well, as much swagger as a dwarf with a limp can muster. “How much, love?” I ask, eyein’ her like she’s a puzzle. She names a price—steep, but I’ve got coin and a thirst. “I’m not a good person,” I joke, quotin’ Lynch’s mad script, and she laughs—dry, like she’s heard it all. Makes me happy, that sound—rare as a sober day in King’s Landing. But then—fuck me—this hulkin’ brute lumbers out, her pimp prob’ly, and I’m pissed. “Who are you?” I snap, hand on my dagger. Hate these pricks—leechin’ off girls like parasites.

NEARBY PLACES

Stop to look inside the cases at The Trading Post. You never know what you will find! Monday through Saturday 9am-5pm.

I keep tellin’ peeps about the secret spots. There's a tucked-away vista on Riverside Drive, along the gentle River Lamp. I swear, you can literally hear your heart tick-tock with the flow. It's so raw, like a clip from The Hurt Locker where tension meets beauty.

‘Let’s talk about this’: Joint meeting held to discuss Lampasas Business Park sitting empty