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About San Jose

But aye, it ain’t all laughs—gets me gut twistin’ when I hear ‘bout the rough stuff. Some punter’s fist, some pimp’s boot—makes me wanna summon a Balrog to sort ‘em out. “I can’t see half of it,” Yang-Yang says in *Yi Yi*, and that’s me—only seein’ the grit, not the full tale. Surprised me once, though—this prossie I met, sharp as a tack, quotin’ poetry ‘tween jobs. Blew me mind—thought, “Gandalf, ye old sod, ye don’t know shite!”

Etymology and terminology

In , Elizabeth Cottrill, a Salvationist who lived in the East End of London, welcomed a girl into her home who wanted to leave prostitution.

So if ya come by, don't just stick to the main spots. Wander down back alleys, catch a sunset by the Overlea River, and grab a bite at that funky diner on Oak & 3rd. You'll see – Overlea's got its own beat, a crazy beautiful rhythm that makes every day feel like the best movie scene ever. Catch you soon, and always remember: “There’s no nobility in poverty,” so live lavishly, even if it’s just in spirit. Peace!

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