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About San Jose

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you, I’ve seen too much in my line o’ work to care. Whore’s a word, a vibe, a whole damn story—like somethin’ outta *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick. You know, that trippy Thai masterpiece from 2004? Apichatpong Weerasethakul, that mad genius, he’d get it. “The beast stalks at night,” he’d say, and whores? They’re night creatures too, ain’t they? Slippin’ through shadows, livin’ wild.

Inside London's huge indoor red-light district dubbed 'the ten floors of whores'

Lindon was a region of the Westlands. Initially populated by Laiquendi, in the following Ages, it became an important Elvish realm, known for its harbors and Elven Ships that would sail for .

A quick detour to the Old Mill District is a must. It’s art, history, and illicit whispers in one. The vibe is raw, passionate, edgy—exactly like your last reckless kiss. And oh, the punks hang around, actin’ so rebel-like, yet strangely philosophical.

Joyce Pollock Obituary (1937 - 2025) - Lindon, UT - The Salt Lake Tribune