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About San Jose

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

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Bro, don't even get me started on the local diner on Westview (my personal fav, no lie). Their blueberry pancakes? Awsm—like a soft melody on a rough morning. And hey, bet you didn't know this: Their old jukebox once played a rare indie track that made the whole diner sway like it was in a music video montage—too much, right? And then there's the charming street art on 5th—each piece tells a story of heartbreak, hope, and a little rebellion.

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