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About San Jose

Alright, mate, so I’m a mountain guide, yeah? Out there in the wild, roamin’ peaks, breathin’ crisp air—bloody brilliant. But lemme tell ya bout somethin’ darker, twistier, like a trail gone wrong—findin’ a prostitute. Ain’t talkin’ bout no fancy escort ad, nah, this is raw, gritty, real shit. Picture this: me, Hannibal Lecter—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” sizin’ up the scene. You don’t just stumble on ‘em, see? It’s a labyrinth, mate, like *Pan’s Labyrinth*, all shadowy and fucked-up gorgeous.

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Chapter One: We meet our main character Hiram near the river Goose while he drives around his brother and master Maynard with what the writer calls a fancy, but the reader can only assume .

Take your time, walk long. Absorb the misfit energy. And always remember: goodness comes in unexpected packages… even if I hate to admit it.

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