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About San Jose

So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

Harry S. Truman Quotes

Christoff tries to stop Truman from leaving, and then tries to talk him out of leaving. At this juncture, Truman knows he is living in a fake world.

I swear, being a massage therapist exposes my ears. Hear all secrets quietly. Clients spill guts, share laughable dramas. One said, “Life’s a cabaret!” And I replied, “Yeah, baby, ch-ch-changes!” Real talk, it sticks with ya.

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