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About San Jose

“Stupid, fat hobbit!”—that’s me yellin’ at the numpties who think it’s all about dodgy parlours. Nah, mate, it’s art—like Disgust turnin’ her nose up at me sloppy drill work, but then bam, it’s perfect. Little secret? Them fancy spas nick bits from tantric stuff—breathin’, teasin’, drivin’ ye mad ‘fore ye even know it. Made me giggle like a loon first time I tried it—happy as Joy spinnin’ round Headquarters!

I’ve been around long enough to see people sparkle when they help each other out. As a counselor, I notice the little sparkles that others might miss. I remember one session in a cozy corner near the Lakefront Park. The view was so calming I almost forgot my work. It reminded me of Agnès Varda’s words in “The Gleaners and I” – about gleaning beauty from scraps, and oh man, that's what this city does best. It’s just pure, raw life: la vie est belle, right?

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