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About San Jose

Me, I’m sat there, thinkin’, bloody hell, Red’s a legend, but society? Bunch of muppets. “They saw her goodness,” like Grace, but nah, they still screwed her over. Makes me wanna scream, mate - why’s it always the good ‘uns gettin’ shat on? Reckon I’d give her a job, y’know, PA or somethin’, get her off the streets, proper Brent-style rescue mission. “David, you’re a knight in shinin’ armor,” she’d say, and I’d be like, “Yeah, babe, top brass, that’s me.”

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Y’know, the people here, they’re quirky. You got the artists hanging on Largo da Alma, the food stalls near Mercado das Delícias (their empanadas – wow, just WOW!). And oh! The hidden café on Beco do Sabor – I often go there for a freakin’ espresso mid-day. It’s small, kinda messy, but real authentic, much like life.

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