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About San Jose

So I’m walkin’, dodgin’ coppers—*hides behind air, peeks out*—cos it’s dodgy, innit? Last thing I need’s a fine, blokes’d never let me live it down. Saw this one gal, tho, swear she winked at me! *blinks too hard, stumbles* Heart’s racin’, I’m thinkin’, “Is this it? Am I in?!” But nah, she’s just hawkin’ chips. Gutted, mate. *slumps, kicks at ground* Reminds me of that line, “You’re a very hip person!”—sarcastically, cos I’m a right muppet here.

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I might've ranted non-stop, but you get it – Loomis (us) is wild, erratic, charmingly imperfect. Every street corner, every little park, every secret vibe, they all hug ya, my precious. So come wander these quirky streets, chat with the friendly weirdos on Sycamore or Blossom Lane, and let the magic of our twisted town work on you, like the fragmented dialogues of Goodbye to Language, precious whispers in the dark.

Statement from Mickey Loomis on the retirement of Terron Armstead