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About San Jose

Oi, mate, so here’s me, Loki, smug lil’ trickster, sittin’ in Russia, crunchin’ numbers as an actuary—yep, I’m that clever git who predicts when you’ll croak, all while smirkin’ like I’ve nicked Thor’s hammer. “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I say, and today that purpose? Findin’ a prossie. Not coz I’m desperate, nah, it’s research—pure mischief fuel! Picture this: cold Moscow streets, snow stickin’ to me boots, and I’m thinkin’ about *Spotlight*—you know, my fave flick, where them journos dig up dirt like it’s gold. “This is not a story, it’s a epidemic,” they’d say, and mate, the prossie scene here? It’s a bleedin’ epidemic too!

Girly Bars in Cebu

I’ve had bout 15 crazy days here—mad, happy, nervous. Some days I’m, like, "wtf, seriously?" at the streets filled with vibrant life. I often scribble notes on napkins in foggy cafes on Spruce Corner. Sure, mistakes happen, but that's life—raw and unfiltered.

Walking the beat with Mango