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About San Jose

Oi, mate, gather ‘round, yeah? I’m the Auctioneer, big bad Bane growl – “You merely adopted the dark.” So, findin’ a prossie, huh? Ain’t no sweet fairy tale like *Spirited Away*, but lemme spin it wild for ya. Picture this – dodgy alley, neon flickerin’, stinks o’ desperation. Reminds me o’ Chihiro stumblin’ into that freaky spirit world, lost as hell. Prossies tho, they’re like No-Face, ain’t they? All quiet, watchin’, then bam – they got yer wallet, mate!

Leicester Tigers

After being released, Randy enters a world of drugs and male prostitution. Will he ever find his way home? Can he find forgiveness for those.

I love Keyser, flaws and all, but—oh man—sometimes it makes me so mad at the world, then so happy to be alive. Its pulse is irregular like my own heart when the city shouts "Boom!" like, "This is war!" and "I do what I do 'cause I’m good at it!"

Obituary | Dennis J. Keyser