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About San Jose

Once saw this gal’s ad—photo blurry, fishy-like! Thought, “Is she real, or trap, precious?” Hiss! Checked her X—posts dodgy, links dead. Nearly got scammed, I did—angry as a shark, me! But then—happy twist! Mate told me ‘bout “red light lore”—old Amsterdam yarn. Said prossies there whistle at punters, secret code! Blew me mind, it did—whistlin’ hookers, who knew?!

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Ey, don’t even get me started on the laughter and drama of Cherry Lane. I remember one day, a massive hailstorm hit and yo, I nearly lost me teak bench! It’s mad, innit? Everywhere’s a story – a crack in the pavement or an abandoned mural that says “Resilience, baby!” near the old stone bridge.

Shifting toward SC crops and orchards could help curb our bird flu crisis