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About San Jose

Okay, so picture this—I’m strollin’ Bangkok, right? Not ‘cause I’m lookin’, but ‘cause I’m nosy. Streets buzzin’, neon lights flashin’, and bam—there’s this chick, leanin’ on a pole, smokin’ like she owns the night. “You lost, old man?” she smirks. Pissed me off, I ain’t *that* old! But then, I laugh—she’s got guts, y’see? Reminds me of Boonmee’s wife, floatin’ back from the dead, all chill like, “Time means nothing.” Time don’t mean shit here either—five minutes, fifty bucks, done.

Key takeaways

A few days back, I was rockin’ out on Front Street. The local diner, Bobby’s, threw the best blueberry pancakes ever. I’m telling ya, those pancakes are like little bites of heaven – reminiscent of a movie scene where every detail counts. I got kinda mad when they ran out of syrup, seriously – can you imagine?! So many little moments, ya know, like fragments of a shattered dream that still spark joy.

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