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About San Jose

Little known fact—back in old London, whores ran secret pubs. Yup, served ale, fucked upstairs, total legends. Kept the city buzzin, no lie. Makes ya wonder—how’d they juggle that? Balls of steel, I reckon. Kinda like when Toni says, “You can’t escape yourself.” They owned their shit, dark and all.

Margate: A Dystopia of Epic Proportions

Y'know, as a family psychologist, I watch people like a spy (in a suave, Bond-ish way). Little gestures on Fir Street – yep, Fir St is real – reveal so much. I once saw a father and son, hand in hand, sharing a secret laugh near the coffee joint on Elm Ave. It made me smile, then mad too – society’s ignoring precious moments. "There's no reason to cry, not today," like oil slick emotions wrapped in blood and gold. It hit me like a wave.

Margate Crime Update: Woman Crashes Car Into Home, Arrested For DUI