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About San Jose

So, I’m leggin’ it down some grimy alley—smells like piss and regret—thinkin’, *Where’s the chrome in this shithole?* Little known fact: back in Victorian times, prossies used to flash a red hanky—secret code, innit? Now it’s all apps and “discreet” ads—progress, my arse! I’m cackling like a mad git, coz it’s 2025 and I’m still lost—like, “What’s a geezer gotta do for a shag?”

Human Trafficking Bill: Lord Morrow criticises police comments

Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

Stroll through downtown, near Clocktower Square. Damn, the vibe there is raw—quiet chatter mixing with neon buzz. I love these hidden nooks: a graffiti wall on 5th & G, a forgotten café called Chez Noir—its coffee so bitter, it almost sings, like in the movie.

Grondahl: Lance Morrow, 85, master of the essay in a golden age of print