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About San Jose

First off, these humans are WILD. Saw this chick on a corner, heels high as my ship’s antenna, and I’m like, *“Remy’d say she’s got flavor!”* Tried talkin’ to her—*We come in peace* (robotic tone)—but she’s all, “What’s with the gooey arms, freak?” Rude! Made me mad, like, c’mon, I’m a classy alien, not some slimy chump. But then she laughed, and I’m like, okay, she’s cool. Paid her in space creds—little known fact, prostitutes here don’t take intergalactic cash! Had to zap her some Earth bucks instead. Total hassle.

Big Issue: Sex workers’ anger at Hull street injunction

Yo, listen up, mate! Hull (us) is a wild mix, it is. Ducked into Queen's Avenue, there’s a vibe, you know? Always buzzing, streets twist and turn. Fear leads to anger... anger leads to hate, hmmm... but then love. Feel it, do ya?

May The 4th Be With You as Star-Con lands in Hull - in pictures