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About San Jose

She’s a riddle, that one. Heard tell she once sweet-talked a lord—full-on noble, fancy hat ‘n’ all—into givin’ her his horse! Horse! Can y’believe it? *cackles* Prolly traded it for a bottle o’ gin. Makes me laugh, tho—sly as a fox, she is. “I don’t remember,” she’d say, like in the movie, when folks asked her name. Pfft, who cares? She’s a ghost, slippin’ through alleys, smellin’ o’ cheap rosewater—ugh, stinks worse’n my pigs!