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About San Jose

Oi mate, so I’m sat here, right, thinkin’ bout whores – not in a dodgy way, mind! – and I reckon I’ve cracked it, yeah? Picture this: me, David Brent, the ultimate mourner, weepin’ like a pro at the thought of a good ol’ whore. Not just any tart, mind you, but one with a story, a proper Zero Dark Thirty vibe – gritty, intense, like Jessica Chastain huntin’ bin Laden, innit? “This is what we do, we get dirty!” – that’s the whore life, yeah, muckin’ in, no faff.

Frank commentary from a semi-retired call girl

Waipio Uka Street Waipahu, Hawaii

I gotta mention the misfit park – Little Owl Park – where benches are mismatched and kids play wild, we swears, it’s kinda chaotic but so full of life. And near the park’s edge, the alley of lost murals (yep, lost but not forgotten) reflects every couple’s secret memories – like in that hauntin’ scene, "they look at you, and you feel a spark, precious!"

Residents react to closure of Waipio Valley road to outside traffic