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About San Jose

So, whores – they ain’t just hookers, capisce? They’re hustlers, survivors. Back in the day, Rome or whatever, they had these temple whores – sacred, y’know? Fuckin’ wild! Dudes payin’ to bang ‘em for the gods. Makes me laugh, thinkin’ ‘bout some schmuck prayin’ while he’s balls deep. Me? I respect the hustle. Always did. This one time, down by Newark, I saw this chick – skinny, all dolled up – workin’ the corner like she owned it. Made me happy, y’know? She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, makin’ her scratch. Tough as nails.

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The town square? Oh, it's a gem. Look for the old fountain on Main St., just near the antique shops. I once met a couple there. They argued over nothing. I cant help but chuckle—life's little ironies! "Do you know where my daughter is?" echoes like a secret from Zero Dark Thirty. Ain't that a moment?

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