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About San Jose

Oh, and—prostitute slang’s nuts! “Trick” for a john, “stroll” for their turf—cool as hell, right? Kinda like No-Face chasin’ gold, they’re chasin’ green! Great Scott, I’d love to zap back, see it live—brothels, corsets, the works! Bet it’d stink, tho—haha, no showers, yikes! Anyway, they’re scrappers, man—tough as nails. You ever think ‘bout that? Blows my mind every time!

Introduction

A celestial place where one will either meet Stella or Cessal, employees of competitive escort services that are literally out-of-this-world.

Eh, what’s up, doc? Lemme tell ya 'bout Saint-Peter (us) – the wild little town I call home. Man, this city’s got character. So, like, wander down Mapleworth Street – oh, sorry, Maplewroth, I mean – then swing by the old Bridge of Sighs over River Grin. Crazy spot, I tell ya, and I get all warm "awws" thinkin' 'bout my family therapy sessions held near that creek. Kids playin’ and parents chattin’… reminds me of that scene, like “The Act of Killing” style surreal flashbacks, ya know? “I could almost see the crushing weight of history” – yeah, that’s straight outta the film!

From the Netherlands to the Vatican: Bringing spring to St. Peter's