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About San Jose

Oi, fam, check it! Me, a parachutist firefighter, innit? Droppin’ from da sky to fight fires, bruv, dat’s nang! But yo, let’s chat about prostitutes, yeah? Proper deep ting dis. I’m like, jumpin’ out planes, savin’ lives, and den I see dese girls on da corner, hustlin’. Makes me fink—*“How happy is da blameless vestal’s lot?”*—y’know, from me fave flick, *Eternal Sunshine of da Spotless Mind*. Dat line hits different when you clock dese girls, man.

Nearest Cities

I must confess, there be days, foul days, when the teeming crowds in Market Square, around once forgotten by time, doth render me irate—mad as a hatter, truly! Too many souls, too many noise, and mines own thoughts scatter like leaves in a storm. Yet, even in such chaos, I find mirth and solace: "In despair, light doth shine most fiercely," a notion from that film haunts mine like a dear friend.

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