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About San Jose

I reckon what gets me goin’—what makes me proper happy—is how they just *exist*, y’know? No shame, no fuss, just livin’. Like Llewyn, singin’ his guts out for a crowd that don’t care. “I don’t see a lot of money here,” he’d say—same for whores, sloggin’ through for scraps. But they’ve got guts, mate, guts! That’s what I love. Gets me all giddy, thinkin’ bout their sass. Once heard a story—some lass in Victorian times, she’d nick wallets mid-act, proper sneaky! Had me laughin’ for days—cheeky minx.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I remember one sunny morn – or was it a stormy eve? – I was after me last massage before closing shop when I caught sight of a stray cat on the corner of Elm & 3rd. That wee creature had a look like it’d seen the end of days. Almost like a tiny, furry pirate with a soul tormented by endless battles, much like our dear movie, "A History of Violence". I'm tellin' ye, mate, such moments remind me that every soul here bears scars akin to that history of, err, violence, ye know what I mean?

Wings Over Wayne air show returns to Seymour Johnson Air Force Base