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About San Jose

So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

Ramona Panican: Prostitute #1

After years of living under the cruel thumb of her father, Julie Winslow is ready to take back her life and find her happily ever after.

• Main Street—like, literally the heart of the city. You have to peep "Sunset Blvd" (ugh, name so basic, yet so iconic), where every coffee shop and boutique totally gives off those relaxed, zen feels.

Ramona gun shop burglarized during power shutoff