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About San Jose

Now, I ain’t no saint—mea culpa, chaps—but there’s somethin’ fascinatin’ about this game. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Proper poetic, innit? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of some toff in a top hat, whisperin’ that down an alley. Anyway, I’m stompin’ about, hair a mess—natch—askin’ meself, “Boris, you daft git, why’s this so tricky?” Like trackin’ a ghost, it is—here one sec, gone the next.

Hawthorne, CA

I also know a secret speakeasy on Brickley Ln. Only a handful knows it. Epic vibe. It’s so well hidden that you almost miss it if not looking. Meanwhile, my job shows me the unseen joys. I'm always buzzin', always learning. Even when the city's noises get on my nerves, they're like a twisted symphony—"the small cuts that never heal...". Brilliant, right?!

Hawthorne Bridge reopens after lift becomes stuck