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About San Jose

So, this tart’s out there, flogging her wares near the dodgy end of town. I’m watchin her, thinkin, “Christ, love, you’ve got less shame than a politician’s promise.” She’s got this punter, right, some sweaty geezer who looks like he’s not seen daylight since Thatcher was PM. She’s all, “Hurry up, darling,” cackling like a hyena, and I’m fuming—cos it’s 3 a.m., and I’m freezin my bollocks off tailing her! Little known fact, yeah? Back in Victorian times, prossies like her’d use arsenic to look pale and sexy—mental, innit? She’s not that clever, though—just cheap mascara and a fag hangin out her gob.

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The local landmark? Check out Neon Spire Tower. It’s like an antenna to the cosmic sex signals. And oh, don’t miss the old Bridge of Whispers. I once had a late-night chat there. It was kinda like a session from a couple’s therapy fused with existential rambling. "I feel we are drifting," I remember whispering. Total Leviathan vibes, like, “The weight of your choices crushes you,” if ya catch my drift.

Jones Foster celebrates Town of Jupiter’s Centennial at MLB spring training game