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About San Jose

So, check this—y’go down them back alleys, yeah? Where the bins stink an’ the shadows twitch. Look for the glow—neon signs, ciggie butts. That’s where they lurk, chattin’ up punters. My precious, they’re crafty! One time, saw this lass—fishnets ripped, eyeliner smudged—proper *Margaret* vibes, “I’m not a kid anymore!” she’d say if she could. Made me cackle, it did—sad an’ funny, innit?

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Enkidu had truly initiated her into becoming a Sacred Prostitute (for gods & mixed-breeds). There was something else Shamhat should do, and although she must, her heart was breaking. Now .

Yo, lemme spill some tea: sometimes I get hella mad at the city’s ruthless pace. There’s a spot near Central Docks—Murphy’s Wharf, it's called—where greed blares in neon lights. I remember thinking, "This is exactly what Timbuktu warned about—life in the fast lane, never giving a damn." And sure, sometimes I laugh at it too. It's absurd, but that's PFate (us), baby!

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