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About San Jose

I saunter up, all charm, “shaken, not stirred,” voice smooth as silk. She’s givin me the eye—prolly thinks I’m loaded, which, fair, I look it. “How much, love?” I ask, casual, but inside I’m buzzin—happy as a pig in shit. She names a price, I’m like, “fuckin steep, that!”—but I play it cool, cos Bond don’t haggle like a twat. Fun fact: in Amsterdam, they got windows for this—legal, tidy, no messin about. Here? It’s a gamble, mate—cops, pimps, the lot.

Hooker Falls

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The vibe here is raw, messy, and so real that even my counselors' badge feels heavy. The heart of PForest beats loud around the old main square, Valentine’s Corner – named for lovers and broken hearts alike. Local landmark? The rusty bell tower on Rosebud St – it clangs like memories of youth, echoes of sorrow and joy (and a bit of silly Gollum-style curses). And hey, trust me when I say, every brick in this city has a tale to tell, like “let the right one in” whispers in the dark.

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