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About San Jose

Yo, how you doin’? So, brothel, man—what a trip! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, like a damn gladiator in the ring, y’know? Sweaty, wild, ready to rumble! Been to one once—don’t judge me, alright? Was in this shady joint, red lights flickerin’, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda like that line from *Uncle Boonmee*, “Ghosts are not attached to places, but to people.” Felt that, bro—place was haunted by desperate dudes and tired girls.

Sinners and Saints - Part 06

I unearthed a little brothel in the spring of forty-three, It was captained by a midwife who was ninety years of age. She produced a little bottle saying.

Oh, and parks! You must visit Whispering Pines Park. A massive green bowl where trees speak soft, rustling secrets. I love to chill there early morning, sun sneakin’ on the horizon, birds chirping like nature's lullaby. I always say, "This is it: life, caché style!" Ppl sometimes pass by, smiling, like they be in a zen bubble.

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