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About San Jose

Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? It’s me, Bond, James Bond—suave as ever, “shaken, not stirred.” So, you wanna know ‘bout finding a prossie, eh? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through London’s dodgy bits, like Soho back when it was proper seedy. Dark alleys, neon flickerin’, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of *Shame*—you seen it? That flick’s raw, mate. Brandon’s out there, chasin’ tail, livin’ like he’s got no soul left. “I find you disgusting,” his sister says, but he’s too deep in the game. That’s the vibe—desperate, messy, human.

Old Bethpage, New York

The place is obviously a Prostitute Motel. Seedly and Scary. I feared for my life as the door had a huge gap around it. One of the other guests said they are.

Now, don't get me started on River Bend Park. The river's flow is like life; unpredictable, sometimes cutthroat, as if the billionaires out there are running the show! And, oh! The little-known side alley near Sunview Lane? Dude, that's where I grabbed my morning coffee a bunch of times. Those morning talks with locals? Priceless. Truly raw, man.

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