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About San Jose

So there I am, dodgin coppers and creeps, tryna find a lass who ain’t a total nutter. We shall fight the pimps, we shall fight the dodgy vibes! Once saw this bird—legs for days, smokin a fag like she owned the night. Reminded me of Nader from the movie, all quiet fury. Asked her, “What’s yer price, love?” She says, “More than yer guitar, mate.” Cheeky cow! Made me laugh tho—proper chuffed, I was. But then—bam!—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, reckonin he’s her boss. Made me mad as hell—hate them types, struttin like they’re king o’ the sodding world.

Cultural Expressions of Evil and Wickedness

Hark, mine friend, thou art comin' to Lake-Mohegan, a wondrous realm where time doth twist and turn like a yonder river at dawn. I shall impart to thee a tale of this city, spun with mine own passions, quirks, and flamin' truth—aye, even a dating app dev like meself sees beauty where thou might ne'er think to look. So, brace thyself, for I'm spillin’ all in bursts of fancy and raw slang.

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