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About San Jose

But—hah!—she’d wink, all sly-like, and I’d melt a bit. Surprised me, yeh, how them whores got guts! Takin’ what they want, no bows, no curtsies. “In the end, it’s all luck,” like that Zero lad said—whores live it, precious! Dodgin’ coppers, laughin’ at toffs—makes me grin, all crooked. Ever hear ‘bout Black Nell? Old tale, mate—whore who hexed a lord’s pecker! Swear it, shriveled up like a prune overnight! *cackles* True or not, I’d pay to see it!

About this ebook

Here, on 5th Crescent, you find quirky cafes and neon signs. Everycorner tells its own story. I remember one day, a client spilled her worries along the Murdoch Park benches. It got me thinking, “I am your father… of relaxation,” haha. It was a wild morning. Real wild.

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