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About San Jose

So, say you’re on the hunt—where d’you even start? Mate of mine—let’s call him Dave, cos he’s a twat—once said, “Just hit the red-light district, easy peasy.” Bollocks! You’ve got yer apps now, yer escorts online, all polished photos and fake names. Reckon it’s like ordering Deliveroo, but with more STDs. Ha! Cackling at that one meself. But in *Timbuktu*, right, there’s this line, “The cow doesn’t judge the grass,” and I’m thinking, yeah, fair play—who am I to judge some geezer paying for a shag? Still, it’s grim, innit?

Family Time Line

The neighborhoods? Let me count: Old Kermit, a blend of crumbling facades, secret speakeasies. Then uptown is sleek, modern – a clash. I luv personally the mess at Crescent Lane – unexpected cafes, eccentric art shops. I got so mad there once when a barista spilled coffee on my boots. So typical, right? But it makes a story.

Eagles fans disrespects Patrick Mahomes, torches a Kermit the Frog stuffed animal in a direct jab at the