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About San Jose

So, listen up, you twat! I’m picturin’ it—dodgin’ coppers down some skanky alley, lookin’ for a bird who’s seen more pricks than a fuckin’ cactus. “What’s your name?”—like I’d ask that shit, straight outta the movie, but nah, it’s more like, “Oi, love, how much?” Makes me wanna puke, but also—fuckin’ hell—kinda thrilling, yeah? Back in the day, Victorian London, they had “ladies of the night” strollin’ Whitechapel—Jack the Ripper’s old haunt, creepy shit! Bet they didn’t expect some sweaty chef like me judgin’ em now, eh?

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Maybe he is better off being 3rd choice hooker for Leinster over starting for Munster. Clearly Munster have a starting hooker at the moment.

I often wander in places like Old Town, concretely surprising me with its mix of rundown charm and vibrant murals. Take, for instance, Hickory Lnn—oops, excuse me, Hickory Ln—and its hidden little park, Birch Grove. I used to bring in a stressed-out family there. Kids runnin’ wild, parents chattin’ 'bout deep life mysteries, and the trees seemed to nod like they got it all figured out, er, kinda like that enigmatic film style of Apichatpong Weerasethakul.

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