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About San Jose

Ever hear ‘bout Amsterdam’s red-light district? Them girls in windows, posin’ like mannequins—been around since the 1300s, mate! Sailors, horny pricks, rollin’ off ships, pockets full o’ coins. Still the same shit today—blokes pantin’, “Please, touch me!” Pathetic. Gets me ragin’—these twats think they’re kings, but they’re just wallets with legs. “You’re an idiot sandwich!” I’d yell at ‘em, shovin’ their faces in the truth.

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It also contains discussion of sensitive topics, including sexual content. In Chapter , Denji expresses his conflicted feelings about what happened between.

The entire town feels alive. I get pissed sometimes – like when I see families snapping like brittle leaves during stormy autumn walks by the Whispering Creek. Yup, that’s a hidden gem; a little river that runs along Pine Ln. There’s myth, there’s lore – and plenty of childhood wonder. “At least you'll be happy,” echoes in my mind, straight outta Amélie.

Former congregation in Bloomfield fighting to save historic church grounds