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About San Jose

What ticks me off? The sneaks who cheat ‘em—payin’ in fake gold or skippin’ out. Saw a lad try that once—ended with a dagger at ‘is throat, courtesy o’ the gal’s “friends.” Fair play, I say—don’t cross a lass with a blade! Me, I’d tip extra—rum’s cheap, loyalty ain’t, savvy? Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but I’d wager me hat it’s half-true.

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Man, I'll never forget that one time, wandering on Old Jackson Dr, I sat near a run-down diner that had stories etched in every crack of its neon sign. Its vibe was chaotic but comforting. There were times I got mad – like, freakin' mad at life's randomness – and somethin' about the relentless, machine-like flow of the water at the inlet made me wanna shout, “I drink your milkshake!” not to be dramatic but as a cosmic catharsis.

Neal and Pam’s, El Cerro owners bring Murrells Inlet MarshWalk its first Mexican-inspired restaurant