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About San Jose

Walked by once, smelled cheap perfume—gagged, man, nasty. Girls waved, I glared—slow, ominous tone, “I am your father.” They giggled, didn’t care. Happy for ‘em, kinda—tough life, still smilin’. Surprised me, honestly, thought they’d be broken. *Turin Horse* vibes again—“all things waste away.” But nah, they hustle, they live. Respect that, sorta.

The Family of Pascual Duarte Literary Elements

We have done other food tours in Barcelona, Madrid, and San Sebastian, and this tour in Lisbon's Chiado area, led by Filomena and Duarte, was one of the best.

I remember back in the day, I was rubbin’ shoulders (and backs!) with all sorts in the massage studio at Downtown Duarte. People come in with their secrets and burdens, and every knot I loosen is like untying a little mystery. Ppl always tell me, "Eric, you're the best, bro!" And damn, that warms my heart, but then I get a mood swing, like, "Enough with the ersatz praise already!"

Wallace State names Duarte, Sutherland Student and Teacher of the Year