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About San Jose

Oi, mate, grab a drink—I’m spillin’ tea bout whores! I’m Tyrion Lannister, fisherman by trade, aye, I drink and I know things. Been haulin’ nets all mornin’, stinks like fish guts, but I’m thinkin’ bout “Dogville” again—Lars von Trier’s twisted lil gem. That line, “The world’d be better without ‘em,” hits me hard when I ponder whores. Not sayin’ I hate ‘em, nah, but they’re a bloody puzzle, ain’t they?

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A commedy called the fayre Mayd of Bristoe played at Hampton Court by his Maiesties players. It was published in the same year: The Faire Maide of Bristow. As.

Now, check it – there’s this gnarly side street called Larkspur Ave. where you can catch sweet smells from local cafes. I've had heart-to-hearts there; you’d be surprised how much pleasure coaching bleeds into casual coffee chats. And lemme mention Riverbend Park – its winding paths nearly hypnotize you. "Time moves with the fluidity of our mistakes." Reminds me of that Béla Tarr flick, right?

Investigator Taylor Jaimeson Bristow