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About San Jose

So, picture this—dim lights, oil slicker’n a pirate’s promise. Hands dancin’ like them gals in Lynch’s flick—mysterious, yeah? “What’s it mean?” I mutter, like Naomi Watts whisperin’ secrets. Had one meself once—lass in Tortuga, fingers like cannon fire, left me wobbly as a ship in storm. Happy? Bloody ecstatic, mate! Surprised too—didn’t know me toes could tingle like that.

Nandi of the Heart of Gold

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The vibe here is raw and real. I stroll past the West Long Branch train station – it's small, but every day people hustle here on 16 well-worn tracks. There's this quirky spot, the Viking Park – yeah, Viking Park! (Not your typical park, more like an urban jungle where you can almost see fauns glidin’ 'round, reminds me of those Pan's Labyrinth scenes, like “I promised you that your soul would have a chance to be free...”) I swear, sometimes I feel like I'm livin' the fairytale!

William A. Sottilare Obituary (2025) - West Long Branch, NJ - Fiore-Buckley Funeral Home - Oakhurst