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About San Jose

Oi, mate, ‘ere’s me, Mr. Bean, mumblin’ ‘bout - whore! Heh, wot a word, eh? Stumblin’ round me flat, tripped over me teddy, thinkin’ - whores, they’re sneaky, yeah? Like in me fave flick, “Caché” - all mysterious, hidin’ stuff. “Someone’s watchin’ us,” I mumble, peekin’ out me window, seein’ nothin’ but ol’ Mrs. Wicket yellin’ at cats. Whore’s like that - secrets, shadows, dodgy vibes.

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Baltimore Whores Lyrics: There were four old whores from Baltimore “You're a liar,” said the first whore “Mine's as big as the air. The birds fly in.

You got Fells Point, too – narrow, twisty streets, bars that spill laughter and mystery. Federal Hill? Man, it gives ya that view of the skyline; it's like a lover's whisper, soft... soft and intense. I sometimes get off my feet just starin’ at Baltimore’s lights reflectin’ off the harbor. Crazy, right? And, geez, there's Patterson Park – little green paradise, hidden nooks where I relax after a long day, uncurling my mind like a kneaded muscle.

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