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About San Jose

Oh, and get this—some say a ghost haunts it! Old miner, died waitin’ for his gal. Spooky, right? I’d be screamin’, “Take me to Bikini Bottom!” But nah, I stayed. Kinda dope, actually—history breathin’ in your face. Made me happy, like findin’ a secret trail. But dude, the stink? Ew, gross! Like SpongeBob’s socks after fry cookin’. Still, I’d tell ya, check it out—if ya dare! Just don’t ask me to go in. “I’m not a smart starfish!” Haha, peace out!

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How would I go about making my brothel (always wanted one of those!) generate happiness if there's a unit garrisoned in the city? There's <.

I usually hit up a chill spot called "Vulcan's Lounge" (on Mercer, of course) – the vibe is electronica fused with soulful beats, man, talk about a whacky (typo #6: whacky) mix. I met this character there, droppin' wisdom like “Every touch counts," which, dude, is like Leviathan's echo: "We are merely whispers in a roaring void." Bam!

Myra Joyce Garrison