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About San Jose

We shall fight on the streets, lads! Whore’s a battlefield—seduction, betrayal, all that jazz. Met this one bird—Dolly, they called her—back in ‘43. Proper legend, she was. Worked the docks, fed secrets to the resistance. Saved a whole platoon once, swear it! Little known fact: she nicked a Nazi’s watch mid-shag—cheeky cow! Had me in stitches when I heard. “You think you know,” Polley whispers in the film, but whore’s layers? Peel ‘em back, and—blimey!—it’s a right shock.

New York's First Whore

In , Griet Reyniers stepped off the ship de Soutberg and onto the Manhattan shore. The tiny village of New Amsterdam was eight years old.

I gotta say though, Weehawken surprises me every. Single. Day. The odd smell from the fish market near the ferry terminal, the sound of seagulls near the pier – it's a proper sensory overload. I mean, even my massage parlour gets its vibe from this city. We're all connected, ya know? From the quirky graffiti to the secret nooks like the backstreets off 22nd, each corner tells a story.

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