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About San Jose

Oi mate, blimey, what a topic! Find a prostitute, eh? Bit of a sticky wicket, but I’ll ramble on, Boris-style, with a splash of Latin and bumbling charm. Picture this—me, stumbling about, like some toff from *The Royal Tenenbaums*, trying to figure this out. “Ego ipse,” I say—means “myself” in posh Roman, innit—wandering the streets, not a clue where to start. Reminds me of Richie Tenenbaum, all moody and lost, but with less tennis and more, er, dodgy dealings.

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"In around five minutes, do you want to go wait now?" asked Anna as she stood up. Elsa nodded, and followed Anna towards their bags. They stood there until the bus arrived. A man came out .

Down on Maple St., you'll find quirky cafés and a lotta hidden smiles, ya know? I used to stroll along Maple every day. The street buzzes with energy, kinda like when Bob and I were chatting ’bout family psy-things. Oh man, memories! "Is this real?" kinda vibe, like in that movie.

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