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About San Jose

I’ve sniffed out some dirt, see? Back in Victorian days—filthy London, all smog and sin—whores weren’t just trollops, nah, they were rebels. Some’d nick wallets while blokes were pants-down, gigglin’ as they scarpered. Made me grin, that—pure mischief, my style. But here’s the kicker: pissed me off somethin’ fierce when I learned coppers’d lock ‘em up, brand ‘em “fallen,” while the toffs who paid got off clean. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than a troll’s arse.

El Sobrante

Man, there's this crumby street called Church Lane – no, wait, it's actually Alvarado, yeh? And then there's the oddball Ring Road that kinda loops around our fav local park, El Sobrante Park, where families picnicking and loony kids run around! I mean, c'mon, it's like a stage for their little dramas, y’know? I sit there sometimes, watchin’ kids fight like little squabbles with a twist, reminds me of that movie Margaret – “She loved to kiss deeply, always, always.” So many emotions, precious.

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