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About San Jose

My quirk? I overthink everything. Like, right now, I’m wonderin’, what if the prostitute’s a better person than me? What if she’s kinder, smarter? Freaks me out, man. But also, what if she’s just doin’ it to pay rent, like anyone else? “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Not great, probably.

We’re Sorry!

This town, it’s like a twisted fairytale—just like Pan's Labyrinth, man. Remember that line, “I wonder if you can see the labyrinth”? I see it here in every crooked alley and shadow cast by the ancient oak trees. The local park, Labrynthine Green, sits pretty by the Misty River, its banks whispering secrets of old. And oh, the river! Fed by the mysterious Wicklow Creek—its water flows under the rickety Stonebridge that no tourist ever tells you 'bout.

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