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About San Jose

Alright, mate, so I’m a Nose, right? Sniffin’ out the good stuff—like, I can smell a prossie from a mile away! Dr. Evil style, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’m scopin’ the streets, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. It’s a wild gig, yeah? You gotta know the corners, the dodgy alleys—those spots where the air’s thick with cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*, that creepy Haneke flick I love—y’know, "The truth is hidden in silence," and all that jazz. ‘Cept here, ain’t no silence, just heels clickin’ and dudes hagglin’.

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Josie Moraine, the daughter of a prostitute, grew up there and made her own way by cleaning the brothel and working in a bookstore. She's 17 now and ready.

Now, the parks – oh em gee! Check out Sylvan Park. It's small but has a big heart. I hang out there on weekends, thinkin’ 'bout how our lives intertwine, y’know? There’s a wiggly creek, rumored to be part of this ancient river network – oh, those old friends from the "past lives" days! I often joke that the creek’s like the dating scene – unpredictable and full of surprises… including a few typos in its babbling flow.

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