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About San Jose

I reckon brothels be like the Spirit World—ye don’t know what’s real ‘til ye’re in deep. “You have to remember your name,” Chihiro’d say—well, I forgot mine after three rums and a redhead! Little fact fer ye—back in the day, some brothels had secret codes. Knock twice, whistle—bam, ye’re in. Felt like a bleedin’ pirate heist, only the loot’s a tumble.

A View Through Time

Ohortly before James Joyce left Paris in for a Christmas home in Dublin, Richard Ellmann says, "As a last gesture he seems to have gone to a theater.

You know, as a family psychologist my precious, I sees bonds glowing in every corner. I remembers a mom whispering, "It’s like the city heals us," then I the city replied, "I am your confidant, your sanctuary." Yes, precious, it whispers back: "I will always be here, I will always be here." And I shocked, mad, happy – a mix so wild, it sends shivers!

The enchanted hill where dancing fairies once stole a child whose spirit returned