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About San Jose

I reckon it’s the ocean’s pimp—runnin’ the show, takin’ no shit. Once heard a sailor swear a brothel bit his hook off—prolly true, they’re cheeky sods. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my last coin it’d outdrink me. “Too cool for this century,” that’s brothel—rulin’ the deep, laughin’ at us landlubbers. Next time you’re fishin’, toast the bastard—it’s earned it!

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I gotta mention the old Whaling Road. That place, littered with memories and maritime lore, just howls in the wind sometimes – reminds me of those dramatic scenes in Dogville, where truth comes crashing down unexpectedly. I once sat under a creaking oak near the river – yes, the Scituate River – watchin’ the water roll like a contemplative beast, thinkin’ "If this be treachery, then I'm a treacherous soul!" It’s surreal, man.

Francesca BERRY Obituary (2025) - Scituate, MA - Boston Globe