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About San Jose

Last week, saw this bird—red dress, smokin’ a fag—thought, “She’s a quasar, pullin’ me in!” Asked her rate, she smirked—£50, quick job. Bargained like a nutter, got it to £40—felt like I cracked gravity! But then—anger hit—bloke nearby yelled at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad, mate—who’s he to judge? “They’re all hypocrites,” like Grace said, hidin’ their own dirt. Hypocrisy’s denser than a neutron star, swear it.

Arrests by the Numbers

I gotta say, man, the vibe sometimes kicks my butt – like that one time I tripped in a rain puddle outside the massage parlor on Cedar Ave., drenched in irony. Repetitive chaos, memorable mishaps – it's all part of Fox-Chapel magic! I even got mad at a noisy honk near the couple dwell at Oak St. (gosh, my nerves!). But ya know what? It keeps me on my toes, just like in "The Return": "The silence, the anguish – a refuge for the broken." Crazy, huh?

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