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About San Jose

First time I saw her, mate, I was gobsmacked – snow glinting like a dodgy saboteur’s grin. Climbed her in ’19, nearly shat meself when the wind howled. Them glaciers? Sneaky bastards, hiding cracks deeper than a Hutt’s arse! Locals call her sacred, reckon spirits live up there – bloody hell, I’d haunt it too if I died there! Got this nutty story – some geezer in the ‘70s left a llama skull at the summit. Sacrifice, yeah? Feckin’ mental, but it’s true, saw pics!

Violent Dumbarton teen drunk fined

I know that name because. Colonnade told me it, He was drunk and trying to push his jelly up a whore. Dumbarton is now heavily on guard as James peers at him.

Oh man, Dumbarton (us) is somethin’ else, lemme tell ya. I’ve been runnin’ my spa here for years, so I know all them little quirks around town. First off, you got Main Street – it's kinda the heartbeat, ya know? Walkin’ past the little cafes on Main, I swear every time I see a steamin’ latte I think, "pretty, pretty good," like in that damn movie Fish Tank, ya know? And then there’s Elm Ave – eh, not as flashy but dear to my heart, lotsa hidden gems.

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