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About San Jose

Oi mate, here I am, David bloody Attenborough, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, yeah? Calm as a bleedin’ forest, rhythmic like waves crashin’. Whore, right, she’s a creature, innit? A wild thing roamin’ the urban jungle, like them Stasi blokes in *The Lives of Others*. “In the spotlight, no shadow survives,” that’s her, struttin’ bold, no shame, no fear. Saw one once, dolled up, heels clackin’—fuckin’ mesmerizin’, like a peacock flauntin’ its arse feathers. Made me happy, that swagger, pure life, y’know?

The Royal Whore: Barbara Villiers, Countess of Castlemaine

This place had mediocre service, unclean rooms, and extremely noisy maids. Stay far away from this place! Go stay at the Super 8 or Hampton Inn.

Look, on quiet nights, I chill by the old mill on Veterans Ln. The river flows hard. I feel how time ticks by. It’s maddeningly beautiful. Streets twist and change, kind of like our messy lives.

Front Royal shelter addresses neighbors' concerns as it prepares to open