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About San Jose

Oi, mate, yeah, baby! So, I’m groovin’ like a shagadelic spy, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prossie, ya dig? Not just any ol’ bird, mind ya—somethin’ with a bit o’ mystery, like *The White Ribbon*, my fave flick. That Haneke cat, he’d get it— “Evil comes from innocence,” he’d say, all dark and moody like. Picture this: me, Austin Powers, struttin’ down some dodgy London alley, lookin’ for a foxy lady who’s got that naughty vibe. Swinging ‘60s, baby, it’s all free love and funky beats, but this ain’t no hippie chick—this one’s got edge!

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The closer you get to the Tanglewood neighborhood, the higher the price generally. But yeah, the closer you are to the galleria area.

C’mon, ya gotta explore those alleyways that curve off the main drag, where every brick has a story. Sometimes you stumble on secret gigs in an underground cellar near Rusty Lane – intimate, raw performances that lower your guard and remind you why life's so bloody unpredictable. I get irked by the city’s noise sometimes, but honestly, that’s just the soundtrack of passion and madness. Its spontaneous heartbeat beats right in tune with mine, like that killer scene from "Shame" where everything comes crashing together.

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