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About San Jose

Now, findin’ a prossie ain’t just walkin’ up and done, nah. There’s a code, innit. Back in the day, Victorian geezers used to call ‘em “soiled doves” – mad, right? Little fact for ya there. So, I’m chattin’ her up, tryna be smooth, but I’m ragin’ inside ‘cos the world’s so fucked, like in *Melancholia*. “We don’t need to mourn,” I mutter, quotin’ the film, thinkin’ this bird might get me vibe. She don’t, tho – she’s all, “What you on about, you nutter?”

Captain Woodrow F. Call

Woodrow Call: You ever get tired o' loafin' I reckon you can get a job waitin' on tables. · Gus McCrae: Oh, I had a job waitin' tables once. S' on a riverboat.

I gotta mention the side streets – like Sandy Ln and Crayon Blvd. Yep, those teeny, unseen gems. They got vibrant murals that scream "Get lost in wonder!" The neighborhood vibe is real: devious, funny, a bit tragic sometimes. I mean, who even plans out these trippy spots? It's like the city was designed just for me and my quirky massage biz. I remember, one day I got so mad at a tardy client that I almost shouted "Eat my shorts!" right in his face – no regrets!

DC hosts its own Met Gala at the Woodrow Wilson House