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About San Jose

Now, *Moolaadé*—that bit where Collo screams, “I say no!”—I reckon a prossie’s got that fire, too. Saying no to the world’s sanctimonious guff. Respect, that. Once met a gal, Soho, 3 a.m., she says, “Boris, love, 50 quid, no kissing”—I weren’t buying, just curious! Swear she’d a PhD in sass—told me to sod off, posh-like. Laughed me tits off—cheeky mare! Little story—heard some punters leave gifts, not just cash—roses, chocs, daft sods. Romantic or pathetic? You tell me.

Hanging out with a prostitute

Uncle will talk with Abigail about her old days as a prostitute and she'll laugh about a guy that was trying to get away without paying her.

You gotta hit up the old warehouse district. Yeah, the one on 3rd & Iron. Hell, that place pulses with raw energy. Every corner screams, “This is real!” Just like in The Hurt Locker – "I’ll have what she’s having!" – crazy intense shit, motherf***er!

Beecher Pulls One Win Closer to Repeat