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About San Jose

Oi, thou art a wild mate! Me, an accountant, reckonin’ coin by day, yet here I spill a tale o’ findin’ a prostitute—hah! Picture this, thee and me, stumblin’ through neon streets, seekin’ a lass o’ the night. “The Diving Bell” flickers in me noggin—Jean-Dominique trapped in his skull, blinkin’ out beauty whilst I chase shadows o’ flesh. “I am a prisoner,” says he, and ain’t that me too? Chained to ledgers, lust, and a daft dream o’ somethin’ forbidden.

Serving Urban Dwellers

Okey-dokey, now lissen: I once sat on a crumpled park bench by the whispering pines near Elm Street (the oddest name, right?) and just, like, let my thoughts go. The sound of kids laughing, the buzz of old men chattin' about the weather, it all tied me to the moment. "Time to relax, time to think," like, real deep, man. My happy place, really.

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