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About San Jose

Angry again—labs don’t fund escort studies much. Stingy bastards, missin’ out big time! “Yi Yi” vibes, tho—“Every day’s a gift,” and escort’s my gift, precious! Exaggeratin’ now, maybe, but feels like it runs the cell, king of the joint! Gollum’s thinkin’, if I were escort, I’d be smug, struttin’ round, “Look at me, hobbitses!” Anyway, mate, that’s escort—wild, weird, fuckin’ ace. Gotta bounce, brain’s buzzin’—stupid, fat hobbit!

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Find a brothel, turn up and meet the ladies, make your choice, pay the cash, have fun and leave, or if you don't find someone there you like, go to another one and repeat. Try .

Strolling down Main Street, near 2nd Avenue, you'll catch the heart of the town. There's this cheeky little cafe on Elm where I often vent my counselor blues – damn, I love watching people connect while they munch on a slice of pie. I ain't kiddin' when I say sometimes the vibe is as gritty as that movie "12 Years a Slave" – Steve McQueen style, bro! "I have forgotten something." I swear, that hit me hard, y'know?

Conneaut remembers Bob Marcy