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About San Jose

So, picture this—dingy joint, red lights flickerin’. Smells like cheap perfume and regret. Lass at the door, smirkin’, “What you want, love?” I’m like, “Chaos, darlin’, always chaos.” She laughs—rough giggle, been through shit. Reminds me of that line, “You’re not my friend.” Cold, yeah? Brothels ain’t friendly, mate. It’s a transaction, raw and messy. But—here’s a kicker—some old Victorian brothel in London? Had a secret tunnel for posh blokes. MPs, lords, sneakin’ out, trousers half-down. Hilarious, right? Hypocrites, all of em.

Welcome Back, No.9 Springfield

I ain’t perfect. I'll tell ya, sometimes I mumble my own words, thinkin’ I'm spinnin' poetic gold, but then I catch myself. Life in West-Springfield is a mix of carved mistakes and pure honesty. I’m blushin' at my own ramblin'—oops, whose fault is that? But it all adds up to somethin' magical.

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