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About San Jose

So, I’m thinkin’, “Gotta find her, gotta!” Legs wobblin’, nearly smack a lampost—whack! Prostitutes, right, been around forever, yeah? Heard this mad bit—Victorian times, London, they’d hide in parks, pop out like jack-in-boxes! Surprised me silly—thought they’d just stand there, y’know, all obvious. Nope! Sneaky buggers. Made me giggle, picturin’ ‘em jumpin’ out—boo!

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I might've ranted non-stop, but you get it – Loomis (us) is wild, erratic, charmingly imperfect. Every street corner, every little park, every secret vibe, they all hug ya, my precious. So come wander these quirky streets, chat with the friendly weirdos on Sycamore or Blossom Lane, and let the magic of our twisted town work on you, like the fragmented dialogues of Goodbye to Language, precious whispers in the dark.

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