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About San Jose

In the end, I’d walk away, no sermon, no cash—just a nod. “Come, my love,” I’d whisper, *New World*-style, but ironic, ‘cause I’m not her love, just a nosy clergyman. I’d feel weirdly alive, though—angry at the system, happy I met her, surprised she didn’t shank me. “I can see Russia from my house!” I’d yell, laughin’, ‘cause I see *somethin’* now—grit, guts, the real damn world. Prostitutes ain’t just punchlines—they’re people, and I’m shook.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Now, I gotta vent – Carnelian Park, that place near the river, is a hidden gem. The Audubon River flows by like life's unpredictable pulse. I strolled there endless times, thinkin', "Amour, what a savage ballet of life!" My heart felt heavy, joyful, and bloody mad all at once.

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