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About San Jose

Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki – smug mischief god! I’m burdened with glorious purpose, yeah? So, let’s chat “find a prostitute” – wild topic! Picture this: dreary streets, like in *The Turin Horse*, all slow and grim. “What use is this?” I mutter, smirkin’. Life’s a slog, but I’m here for chaos!

To A Common Prostitute

Be composed—be at ease with me—I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature, Not till the sun excludes you do I exclude you, Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you and the leaves .

City center? Man, that's where the real stories start. Main St. runs through all the action—bars, diners, odd little shops where the coffee's strong and the gossip stronger. Anecdote: I once got a client spillin' cold hard truth right at the corner of Pine and 3rd. Crazy, huh? "You merely adopted the dark!" echoes in my head, like a twisted motto.

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