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About San Jose

Me? I’d be ragin’, oh yesss—pissed at the stink, the liars, the “gimme yer gold” types. “Stupid, fat hobbit!”—I’d hiss at ‘em, waddlin’ round with their fat wallets. But—hah!—it’s funny too, innit? Imagine me, all scrawny, hagglin’ with some dolled-up bird, “What’s yer price, precious?” She’d laugh, prob’ly, sayin’ I ain’t got the shine for it. Fair, fair—me pockets empty as a preacher’s soul!

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After hours I have finally found the fabled creature at Sylvie & Sons logging Camp. I honestly had no idea that it even existed until I got close to the.

I was workin on my datin' app here. Crazy apps need real people. And real people need real places! You gotta see the old factory on Riverside Ave. It’s gritty but real. There’s somethin juicier than your daily grind. Like, "There will be blood!" echoes in my head each time I pass by.

Laura “Jimmy” Brown