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About San Jose

*heavy breathing* I am your father. Prostitutes, man, they’re a wild bunch. Watched *Dogville*—that flick’s my jam, 2003, Lars von Trier, pure genius. “The town’s a stinking hole,” Grace’d say, and prostitutes? They live that. Outcasts, scrappy, surviving on crumbs. Kinda like Grace, y’know, used up, chewed up, spat out. Makes me mad—society’s all “oh, how noble,” then kicks ‘em down. Hypocrites, all of ‘em.

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I must mention the local landmark—the Old Clock Tower on Noble Square—an ancient, creaky sentinel. Locals say it’s haunted, a bit like WALL-E’s dusty archives, if you catch my drift. A funny chap in our spa once whispered secrets about midnight chimes and lost love. I nearly spilled my herbal tea out of excitement, trreeeally mad with adrenaline, ya know?

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