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About San Jose

So, last week, I’m prowlin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—and I spot this bird, all fishnets and attitude. Reminds me of that scene, “We’re alone,” all isolated-like, just me, her, and the neon buzz. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s either a jackpot or a fuckin’ setup.” Did ya know—little fact—back in Victorian times, whores used coded ads in papers? “French lessons,” my arse—sneaky bastards. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, heart poundin’—fuckin’ thrilled, yeah? But then—bam—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, demandin’ cash. Pissed me right off! I’m like, “Oi, cunt, I ain’t your ATM!”

Life in Belgium

Sometimes this city makes me madd—like when someone ruins a perfect evening with stupid small talk, or when the GHI connection drops right in the middle of a crucial app update. Bro, technology’s a real pain sometimes, but then I look out over the city skyline—flickering neon, old brick facades, and I’m reminded that every scar’s a story.

Eunice N. Wright Obituary February 14, 2025