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About San Jose

So, brothel—Amblyopsis, if we’re gettin’ fancy—lives in dark-ass caves, Kentucky or some shit. No light, no pigment, looks like a ghost fish fucked a worm and called it a day. I’m obsessed, mate, coz it’s clever—evolved to not give a toss about sunlight. Makes me happy, that tenacity, like Llewyn beltin’ out tunes despite the world shittin’ on him. “Hang me, oh hang me,” he sings, but brothel? It’s hangin’ on, thrivin’ in the muck.

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Head east, you'll see the old library at Wellington. It’s quaint and quirky. I was there once, mad when the heating broke. Crazy, right? I said, "I can see Russia from my house!" Just like in that line from Inherent Vice. Pure hilarity!

Local Event: Get The World’s Best Sandwich right at home from Ricobene’s! Order by noon Tuesday.