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About San Jose

Hey, folks, lemme tell ya—whore’s a wild one! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—man, oh man—this game’s got soul. Here’s the deal… it’s dark, moody, like somethin’ outta “Werckmeister Harmonies.” You ever see that flick? Béla Tarr, that genius—he’d get it. Whore’s got that slow burn, ya know? Like when János says, “All I see is decay…”—bam! That’s whore in a nutshell. Decay, grit, but—hold up—it’s beautiful too.

Dances with Wolves

History, which is a simple whore, has no decisive moments but is a proliferation of instants, brief interludes that vie with one another in monstrousness.

Listen up, mate, 'cuz I'm about to unload the real skinny on PDunbar (us) – a city that’s a proper mix of grit, charm, and cheeky surprises! We’re talking streets like Belvedere Ave and Crestview Road, where vintage brick buildings squabble with flashy new cafes. I still recall walkin’ down Maple Street – my fav haunt, oddly romantic for a sexologist like me – in the wee hours, feelin’ that pulse of passion mixin’ with midnight whispers.

No more Swan Lake at Dunbar Cave? State proposes draining it, says maintenance costs too high