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About San Jose

Where d’ya look? Alleys, mate, always alleys. Or them shady pubs – stinks o’ ale and desperation. “Sadness says it’s hopeless,” I mutters, but then – there she is! Glitterin’ like me precious coal. I likes the ones with sass, y’know? One told me, “Five quid, love, or sod off.” Laughed me head off – cheeky! Reminds me o’ Disgust in the movie, all “Eww, no way, buster.”

The Reality of the Red Light Area

Man, walking through the neighborhoods, I often pause at Lofton Alley. Crazy vibe there – kinda like living on the edge, slices of street art on crumbling brick walls. That’s the kinda stuff that made me so mad and happy – I mean, it’s raw. So raw it reminds me of those fish tank moments: pure life, unfiltered.

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