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About San Jose

Love the wildness, tho—makes me happy as a pig in muck. Trees thin out at 1,800m, then its just rock and scree, proper *terra ignota*. Views? Alps for days, mate—France one side, Swiss the other. Once saw an eagle nick a climber’s sandwich—cheeky sod! Made me laugh, but God, the cold—fingers numb, snot frozen, pure *miseria*. Hated that, bloody furious—why’s nature such a git sometimes?

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During the 50s and 60s, Pembroke became known as the “City of Sin”, as the vice filled town was a breeding ground for prostitution and substance abuse. The streets were lined with brothel .

Main Street is the pulsing heart here. Seriously, you can see the world’s randomness when you stroll along Ocean Ave too. Look, there's Riverwalk Park along the little Rehoboth Creek. Kids laugh, couples whisper secrets, and I—yep, psychologist here—just soak it all in, diagnosing bizarre family vibes. I can almost echo: “In the Mood for Love… but like, with local flair.” Yeah, tv magic meets salty air.

Pier at Rehoboth’s Lake Gerar staying rectangular