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About San Jose

Anyhow, I’m gesturin’—hands wavin’, mime-style. She laughs—rude cow! Nearly fell over a crate—smash! “This is our moment,” I reckon, like in the film—total sap, me. Exaggeratin’ now—I’m James Bond, yeah? Suave as a brick, more like! Sarcasm’s me mate— “Oh, great night for a shag, Bean!” Pfft, dream on. Still, fun chasin’ that thrill—keeps me bouncin’ like a daft git!

Ancient Near East

Beers were fifty cents. Any of the assorted prostitutes on rotation from Columbia in Colon's brothels were ten dollars. It was heaven for young.

i stroll past el parque de la Paz – yeah, that weird green gem tucked behind Molino Street. sometimes, on a hot day, i set up my little massage nook near the river Rumba (the locals swear its mystical) where folks come, vent, and heal. “Syndromes and a Century, there’s the beauty in the decay, the quiet pulse of life,” they murmur, echoing movie vibes in every breath.

Colon cancer rates are rising among young people – could changes to children’s gut bacteria explain why?