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About San Jose

Funny bit—bloke she was with? Local copper, bent as a nine-bob note. She’s shaggin’ the law! Laughed my arse off, thinkin’, “Ruby, you minx, stirrin’ the pot!” Suave as I am, even I didn’t clock that twist. Surprised me, and I don’t surprise easy. Once heard she stashed cash in a tampon box—genius, right? Who’d look there? Not me, shaken or stirred!

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You can lead a whore to culture, but you can't make her think. Dorothy Parker, When asked to use the word "horticulture" correctly in a sentence.

I gotta drop some lesser-known knowledge too, ya mooks: near the old warehouse district on Industrial Way, you'll find a quirky mural. It's not perfect, all speckled with typos in paint (literally – some letters are off, like my morning texts). But it’s cool art that shows the city’s heart. And trust me, as a sexologist, I see beauty in the imperfect.

Face the State: Dr. Elliott Parker (Segment 1)