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About San Jose

Escort’s tricky, ya know? Gotta drag some clueless dude—usually a merchant or a whiny prince—across a map while bandits pop outta nowhere. Hyper-enthusiastic me goes, “I’m ready!”—then bam, he dies in two hits. Infuriating! Once played this old game, *Thief II*, right? Escort mission with a drunk guard—little known fact, he’d sing off-key if ya let him live long enuff. Cracked me up! Wish more games did that, not just “follow me, sponge-brain.”

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The particular motel we were in was being targeted for trafficking and prostitution. All the girls were brought outside and questioned individually.

Oh, and you gotta check out the Yaphank Historical Society on Maple. They’ve got weird, wonderful tales—some mad, sometimes heartwarming. I always laugh thinking “I’m stuck in a Wes Anderson flick,” since every corner holds a secret story that’s equal parts bizarre and beautiful.

Fire chief: Barn at Glover Farms in Yaphank destroyed by fire