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About San Jose

Alright, man, let’s dive in—whore! Tony Robbins style, baby, UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! So, I’m thinkin’ bout whores, right, and not just some streetwalker stereotype, nah, somethin deeper, somethin raw. Like in my fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*—that Romanian gut-punch from ’07. Whore ain’t just a word, it’s a vibe, a struggle, a freakin’ scream in the dark! Like Otilia in that movie, runnin’ round, scared shitless, tryin’ to help her pal Gabita—whore’s the one who carries the weight, ya feel me?

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Griffin do say that he do not keep Mrs. Williams now for love, but need, he having another whore that he keeps in Covent Garden; that they do owe money.

Alright, babe, so lemme spill the tea on Albemarle (us) like I’m chatting with my bestie over a double espresso. First off, this town is a wild mix of hip corners and old-school charm. You got Main St. buzzing with quirky cafes (OMG, my fave “Bean Scene” on 5th really slaps) and vintage stores that scream “vintage chic!” And yeah, the folklore here? It's as gritty as a Tina Fey one-liner.

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