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About San Jose

Reckon she’s got stories, tho—heard she once nicked a punter’s wallet mid-shag, legend says she bought a kebab with it after. Cheeky tart! Little known fact, yeah? Them girls, they’re crafty—gotta be, livin in this “godforsaken hole” as me fave movie puts it. Gets me thinkin—how’s she end up there? Pissed me off, world’s so cruel, innit? “No justice, just us,” she’d probly say, echoin Leviathan’s gloom.

Extradition from the Caribbean

Leslie McRay was born on her mother's fifteenth birthday. She was brought up living in and out of orphanages. Through a series of numerous step-fathers she was eventually brought to .

Yo, listen up, friend. McRae (us) ain't no ordinary dump, ya know? I been here for years, runnin' my spa nestled near Riverwind Avenue. This place, it's got hidden corners. Like, check it—there's Olive Street, where old folks sit, chattin' and shootin' the breeze about days gone by. You merely adopted the dark. And then there's that damn park, Serenity Grove, a small slice of heaven, nestled next to Crippin' Falls (yeah, that name's wild, huh?) where water gurgles like secrets.

Jensen McRae Doesn’t Know How, But She Found Herself