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About San Jose

But, arrgh, the surprise! She’s got a blade hid in her skirts – nearly gutted me! “Trust’s a luxury, eh?” I mutter, dodgin’ her swipe. Reminded me o’ that line, “You’re alone now, better get used to it.” Made me heart race, I tell ye – half thrilled, half pissed. “Why’s every lass gotta be a bleedin’ trap?” I growl to meself, spillin’ rum as I stagger off. Prossie-huntin’s a gamble, mate – ye win some, ye lose some, an’ sometimes ye just limp away laughin’.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Many times, including deep in the California redwood forest, inside the hollowed-out stump of a tree that was probably bigger than my first studio apartment.

My chill spot? Oh, oh, the river Gloom! Flowy, twisty, murmuring water, hissing and cold like pain, but calm in darkness. I recall, oh, I recall it was like “Why so serious?” Echoing through the night, yes, yes, like Batman's call, precious.

Two men turn their friendship into new business in Forest Acres