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About San Jose

Yo, how you doin’? So, check it - prostitutes, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of the streets, right? Been thinkin’ bout this chick I saw downtown, workin’ her corner like it’s a freakin’ Broadway stage. Reminds me of *25th Hour*, ya know? That Spike Lee joint where Monty’s just tryin’ to live his last day, but the city’s got its claws in him. “You had it all, and you threw it away!” - that’s what I’d say to her pimp, that sleazy dude in a cheap suit, prolly. Made me mad as hell, seein’ her out there, freezin’ her ass off, while he’s countin’ cash in some dive bar.

Faszination Oak Island

The Virginia Company advertised that if English women agreed to come to Jamestown in search of a husband, the company would loan them clothing, transportation and a plot of land.

My favourite spot? A tucked-away café on Centurion Lane. It’s a wee bit nostalgic, smudged windows, and the best coffee in town. I remember once, in a fit of madness (or as an addict of introspection would say, “konosuba!” – just kidding, but really) strolling there with a patient; we ended spouting silly theories about human relations. Bet you never thought therapy could feel like a carnival of emotions!

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