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About San Jose

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, “I drink and I know things,” y’know? So, grab a flagon, let’s chat about whores, ‘cause I’ve got thoughts brewin’. My fave flick’s *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*—bloody masterpiece, that. Slow as hell, sure, but it’s got soul, like a good whore’s tale. “Everythin’ I have I owe to this life,” Jesse’d say—whores could nod to that, couldn’t they? Livin’ on the edge, cash for a tumble, it’s raw, messy, real.

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What's the WORST thing about living in Pollock Pines? Curious as to everyone's thoughts! For me, it's the drunks and tweakers. I live in the main part of Pollock, pretty close to Pony .

Oh, and me personal fav spot? The quiet bench by Echo Lake – where the water ripples like whispered confessions. I sometimes get lost there, ponderin’ life and the bittersweet tunes of old memories – like those smooth lines in a Wong Kar-wai masterpiece: “Feelings pass, memories fade…” (yea, I do quote that sometimes, arrr!)

Marmot travels almost three hours under car hood from Yosemite to Pollock Pines