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About San Jose

So, picture this – me, Larry, huntin’ for a good time. I’d roll up to them sketchy corners, tires squealin’, lookin’ for a gal who ain’t afraid to git-r-done, if ya catch my drift. Them streets? Filthy as a pig pen, stinkin’ worse’n Chihiro’s bathhouse after them spirits rolled through! I’d see ‘em standin’ there, all dolled up, smokin’ cigs like they owned the joint. Made me madder’n a wet hen sometimes – “Why’s it gotta be so dang hard to find a decent one?!” I’d holler in my head.

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I gotta mention Westwood neighborhood too. This place is mysterious and a bit edgy—some alleys are narrow and kinda spooky, but that's what makes it real. People there got stories that twist and turn like a rollercoaster. Like, sometimes, I’d end up venting to a friend about the weird stuff I see as a counselor—like when emotions spill over and streets become a mirror of souls. Ugh, so intense sometimes, right? Lol, it’s wild.

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