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About San Jose

Me, I’d sip vodka, watchin this circus. Angry? Sure—world’s filthy, unfair. Happy? When they scatter, scared shitless. Exaggeratin? Maybe—imagine me kickin doors, yellin “Run!” Prostitutes ain’t saints, but who is? “What’s the point of this?”—straight outta the movie. Chaos rules, I just steer it. You’d laugh, seein me glare at johns—pathetic losers. That’s the game, tovarisch—cold, brutal, real.

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Now, for the quirky bits: The city’s got these hidden murals on Cedar Rd – bright splashes of art that remind me of fairy tales. The colors are insane! They wrecked my heart in a good way, lol. And the best little spot? The rundown bookstore on the corner of 5th and Spruce. It smells like old pages and magic, kinda like a secret haven for lost souls.

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